West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Manager Raven Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Somebody wake me from this nightmare


Posted on June 01, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

aiden tetradore

There's no saving me.
I've become a shell of the man I was. Only time will tell if I'm strong enough.

The weight of his feline figure was enough to keep the fae beneath him from squirming in the slightest as Darcy swiftly went to work fastening the man to that archaic device. Though Aiden had yet to see the thing function, he knew well that what brought Risque pleasure so often meant a particularly unpleasant future for someone. That alone had ceased to perturb him in the slightest, the panther so often looking on with indifference as Risque's victims screamed, cried, and pleaded for some shred of mercy. That cold-hearted apathy, however, was distinctly difficult to maintain when the very fae beneath his paws reminded him so entirely of his own father. The emerald of his irises traced the features that stared up at him, those pale blue eyes filled with fear and pain as the stranger so desperately strove to merely breathe. If he turned his head ever just so, the fairy almost looked exactly like Matteo, that remaining venom that still coated his veins perhaps only assisting in that illusion. Innately, of course, he knew this fae was not his own and yet, how he detested the idea of watching Risque rip him apart limb by limb.

It was the sharp tone of that Southern draw that distracted the Alpha from his thoughts, his chiseled cranium slowly turned to face Darcy. His lips pulled back over those sharp incisors, a near threatening hiss spat at the vampire. Tetradore was hardly oblivious of the twitch of Darcy's lip, those flashed fangs hardly the intimidation that the Southern vampire meant it to be. Both, after all, knew Darcy would hardly be allowed to so much as touch his ebony fur with Risque present without her explicit consent. Her saccharine sweet voice commented near contemplatively of the venom that she had quite near injected him with, only to inquire if, instead, he desired to see that fae beneath him torn asunder. Thos emerald eyes fell away from the vampires in the room, the feline merely shifting his weight ever so slightly as his ears flicked back. Thankfully, in his current form, Risque would hardly expect a response from the man, Tetradore keeping his silence, even in spite of that faint growl that reverberated from the back of Darcy's lips.

He ignored the Southerner quite in the same way that he failed to react to his own mistress, even if his ears flicked at her musing considerations of his affinities. Unlike his mistress, Tetradore knew well just how the fae would react to his venom - it was capable of chewing through the heartiest of flesh, of decimating skin and muscle to leave a man screaming within its wake. The fae too would suffer from it's biting touch if Risque's whims came to fruition. Tetradore was well aware of his Mistress' presence as she glided towards both his and the fae's side. Her finger ran languidly down the fae's arm, the man shuddering beneath Tetradore's weight. The nonchalant tone to his mistress' voice drew his gaze upwards towards Darcy, the vampire near perverse consideration of the fae's limbs prompted a ready discomfort within the panther. He had never truly seen the power of the device he presently sat upon and yet...to consider those limbs 'popping', as Risque had put it, somehow seemed...worse when Risque's victim was so painfully similar to Matteo. A soft exhale left his nose, the Alpha entirely aware that saving this fae was an impossibility, Risque's astute attention to the man only further assuring him of such as she dug her fingernails into the wound she'd afflicted. The very sound of that scream prompted a soft growling reverberation from the back of his throat though who the panther was disgruntled with remained to be seen.

There were distinctly few of those French words that Tetradore picked up over the years, that sentence Risque uttered mostly lost to the were-panther as she proceeded to stare at the fae beneath him. His mistress' words reverberated within his thoughts, the emerald of his eyes following Risque's own towards the helpless man, those tears falling far faster down his cheeks, Tetradore aware of those choked sobs beneath the weight of him. Darcy was altogether keen as he so often was, to give into his lover's instructions, the groaning sound of the wooden device beneath him was near immediately followed by a sudden tautness within the fae's frame. It was those instructions to him however, that were the panther's breaking point. He might be capable in sitting beside with mute indifference as they tore the fae apart but to help? To help when the stranger was so ....so similar to those silver eyes and handsome face he'd stared into time and time again in the depths of despair that Risque left him in....it was too much to ask of the panther. There was, he was certain, but one relief he may offer the fae, the singular one that would surely bring hell's fury upon him in return. Admittedly, in the short term, it seemed a worthwhile exchange.

Tetradore leaned forward, the feline, by all appearances, seemed to give in to his mistress' desires as that saliva gained an almost acidic sizzle to it. The shift of his weight upon the poor fae's chest prompted the man to wince beneath, that fear altogether potent now that the fae truly seemed to acknowledge his situation. The cat was near purposeful with his movements, careful to ensure he chose the side away from Risque lest the woman realized his intentions and stopped him before he could offer the only salvation available to the fae. His jaws parted, the feline swift in that natural lunge, the predator within him quickly jumping to the surface as his teeth pierced bone and brain. That potent taste of blood filled his mouth, his saliva quickly kicking into high gear if only to ensure his tight hold upon the fae, that death he offered the man far more painless then anything he might otherwise receive. That screaming stopped in mere seconds, Tetradore certain the vampires and their acute hearing would know what he had done. They could play all they wanted with his corpse but at least the man with those similar silver eyes wouldn't have to suffer it.

This is my last goodbye

Replies