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.

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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

talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth


Posted on March 23, 2021 by Darcy Blackjack
West
Late Night Devil
put your hands on me & never let go



It was hardly like that Southern Cowboy to leave a sentence unfinished. Those words trailing off near haphazardly as the vampire seemed to question his own train of thought. What had he expected her to say? What did he even want her to say? That truck was perfect. It was exactly what he would have chosen for himself. Risque had missed no detail and spared no expense- as was her way. The vampiric queen was flawless in all things. Her judgement was unparalleled. She knew him better than any other being ever had. This gift was no exception and yet, somehow, those words she had offered him were...lacking in a way Darcy himself so hardly understood. The vampire was unable to....decide just exactly what he had wanted to hear from her- only that she had failed to say it. What a fucking stupid, pathetic and decidedly human thought. Darcy was quick to attempt to banish those trivial emotions from his mind. The cowboy so lacking the ability to truly understand his own wants in that moment or indeed confront the realization that, perhaps, some part of him had come to desire...more from his lover then what they had already achieved.The vampire seeking a depth in that relationship he hardly knew he desired. Relationships, after all, were hardly his...forte. Neither vampire had ever truly...attempted that very thing. At least not deliberately and yet- the night Risque had agreed to become his mate- that balance between them had shifted. That relationship had changed. They had become something more.

Risque's efforts to coax those further words from him prompted Darcy's mismatched gaze to shift towards her as she questioned that interior and whether or not he had found some flaw in the leather or whether he had managed to find something unsatisfactory with that truck. Risque so insisting she had threatened the salesman with the heel of her stiletto if he dared sell her something inferior. The very image of that, in the least, prompted a simper to the cowboys lips. How very...alluring it was to picture his beloved in her infamous heels, drenched within the blood of some fool who had displeased her. She had always been a goddess. So high above any other. So entirely worthy of his worship. Yet- she would hardly allow her own question to go unanswered. Darcy, once more, sidestepping that veritable query if only because he hardly knew how to answer it himself. Emotions were...fickle things he hardly desired to consider.

"It's perfect, darlin'."

A momentary grin seemed to find that predators features once more, his sharpened fangs flashed within the half light of the truck as he did before his gaze shifted to the road once more- the truck effortlessly piloted away from the highway and toward the depths of the forest and mountains that rose from the trees shadows. That spot he had chosen was, admittedly, rare for the vampire. That makeout spot atop the lookout and nestled within the trees was far less luurient a place then he so often chose to take his beloved and yet it was that very seclusion he sought tonight. How very loath he was to even consider the idea of any other being from Syn so witnessing their....moment tonight. Risque was for him alone- even if he so rarely dared to utter that very suggestion in her presence. Darcy shared nothing and with no one save Risque herself. This truck and the very outfit she had dressed herself within had been promised to him. A promise he was inclined to keep to himself. This very location too- was one in which they were unlikely to be interrupted. He had hunted here enough to make it his own. No other vampire within the city would be fool enough to cross into his hunting grounds. Darcy, after all, was so hardly merely only the dominant male vampire in Syn. His reputation had long since preceded him into that city at large. Very few, if any, other vampires so ever dared to engage him. That view of the city was merely an added extra. EVen if they had both long since lost any appreciation for vistas in their long lives. It was his very explanation of those victims he enjoyed that so seemed to entice his mates' intrigue before she queried his apparent love of voyeurism. The very idea prompted a sharp snort from the vampire. The Southern vampire content to detail that carnage he preferred. Each word so spoken with a distinct....delight. That decidedly predatory part of himself relished in even remembering those deaths- and those meals. A carnage his lover seemed to delight in before she queried whether or not those victims were cowards- in the end.

"Da men are. Da women, sometimes, can be surprisin'."

Darcy's head titled ever so slightly in that consideration before his lips parted to offer that southern drawl. Men, after all, so tended to be predictable in death. They were all rage and bravado- until they realised they could not win. Until they realised they fought something far stronger than themselves that would not be scared away with a singular punch or harsh word. Men collapsed beneath the pressure of their own insufferable lives flashing before their eyes. Women....were different. Women so tended to be silent, in the very end. Their final, dying strikes often held far more weight and power then any mans ever had. Women fought until the end. Men so often shattered long before that death blow came. It was almost curious, really. Perhaps he might offer Risque a demonstration later.Perhaps they might find a man and woman to wager on for who would meet that death more boldly. The very idea of that near coaxed those claws of hunger to tug at his veins once more before Darcy forced down that urge. That hunger, for the cowboy, was never far away.

That momentary silence that existed between them so hardly lasted long as Risque seemed to contemplate that very moment- only to insist she was a woman of her word- that she had upheld their very deal so far and yet- she would go no further without installing her own rules. Darcy's mismatched gaze found her own then, the southern cowboy nothing short of attentive as she insisted upon her own pleasure and those requests he was permitted to make. To fail to pleasure her thoroughly would be a folly he could not afford- even now when that very night was, in some fashion, his own to command. Darcy's head nodded in simple agreement to those terms she had set. The man was nothing if not used to following those issued commands. How tantalizingly close he was to securing his promised prize. Risque was nothing short of exquisite within that outfit, the mere sight of her, nestled beside him in a truck was enough to coax that want from him. A want she had teased to the surface already tonight. Over and over without offering him any release. That relentless torment had near driven him mad with need and yet how readily she demanded control for him. In all things. That very lesson had been by far one of her most...potent. Such lessons he was un-inclined to forget, veen now. His body was so distinctly...obedient, even as it rioted agianst him. God, his pants were uncomfortable even now and she had hardly done any more than cast her gaze upon him. Could she truly allow him that control?

That want to ravage her here and now was decidedly difficult to ignore and yet to do so would be displeasing to her. Perhaps this was his game to play, his turn to take, but oh- how certainly she still held those metaphorical dice within her hands. Darcy was quick to undo his seatbelt all the same and cross that space between them. His lips found her own eagerly, passionately, the vampire so offering no hesitation in that ardency of that kiss. After all, to hesitate was to show uncertainty. Uncertainty was a weakness Risque would not tolerate yet too- to be to bold would be to incite her own dominance. This, by far, the most delicate game he had ever dared to play with his beloved. Darcy moved to deepen that kiss, his tongue so effortlessly finding the sharpened point of her shorter, neater fangs before allowing them to slice across his tongue. That pain was momentary, no more then a fading flicker and yet how readily that coaxed at the predator within himself. That pain, after all, had long since become entwined within those acts of intimacy they shared. Darcy long since having combined those sensations of pain and pleasure and oh- how he intended to appeal to both within his Mistress. The vampire held so little intention of being gentle. The blood rose swiftly from his tongue to brush agianst her own. That meal they had shared only a short time ago so assuring that blood was warm, heady and held every bit of flavour. One so designed to draw out tose distinctly more...violent sides of his lover in turn. After all, what better way to coax her into allowing him to lead then to distract her from the very fact he desired to do so?

That control would be far more easily given if she so hardly realised he was beginning to take it. Darcy had so hardly survived this very long by being a fool. How well his lover knew him and yet- how well he knew her in turn. Her fickle nature was darkly...unbalanced. Her moods likely to shift at any moment and place that metaphorical dagger at his throat. Darcy nothing if not willing to attempt to ease her into playing his game tonight. The near primal growl he was rewarded with so firmly assured he held her attention as she sought to lap at every last drop of blood he offered her before his tongue healed over. The sheer intensity of that kiss had increased near tenfold. After all, they so hardly required air to breath. Darcy's hand rose upward then to caress her cheek, that touch gentle, almost loving before he sought to turn her head just so and expose the tender flesh of her neck and throat. The southern cowboy was quick to pull away from that kiss- only to allow his lips to find that sweet flesh of her neck. That sensitive skin was nothing if not decidedly responsive to those kisses as he worked his way downward. The vampire daring to allow the mere tips of his fangs to brush agianst her unblemished flesh in a tease of just what was to come and yet- he hardly dared bite down just yet. That very moment a distinct display of his own self control as he relished within the taste of her skin alone. Risque's own hands roved upwards and over the leather of his jacket before tugging at his shoulders. That want to feel her hands on far more than merely his jacket so coaxed a soft sound of desire from his own lips.

Darcy's free hand found her thigh then, the cowboy allowed his fingers to trail upwards and beneath the hem of her shirt before effortlessly raising it up and over her head only to discard it somewhere within the depths of the vehicle. That glorious lingerie was exposed now as it clung to every curve and swell of her femanine figure as she arched her body forward. She was beauty incarnate. Female perfection. How even the sight of her prompted his groin to ache with that primal need. Risque moved near suddenly then, her femanine form, even limited by that small space, managed to slide into his own lap to straddle him. Her ass, however, found the horn upon the steering wheel in near the same moment. That sound prompted a hiss of disdain from the vampiric queen before she settled ithin his lap- pressing him further into that seat. How well he knew this position- and how well his figure responded to it. Darcy so readily hardened beneath her in those moments as Risque's lips found his own neck. His head lifted slightly upward before turning near obediently to offer her his neck and throat. That position so undeniably...vulnerable....and submissive. Darcy, for a near singular moment, was inclined to forget that this was his night to command. Not her own.

His hands lifted to rest agianst her hips, holding her agianst him as his own shifted to near grind agianst her in search of that friction. Darcy, in that moment, near assured he detested any form of clothing and the way it....prevented that sensation he sought. Risque's lips swept upwards, that pleasurable sensation pausing just below his ear as she insisted he had two options. Her fingers found his own shirt, lifting it upward to offer her that view of his fit, toned physique- before her fangs so suddenly bit downward and into the flesh below his air. That singular bite prompted a sudden, sharp intake of breath from the vampire as Darcy's own lip curled backward from his fangs in response. That bite so prompting that neat instinctive response to pain- just as it did that pleasure. The very growl he offered shifted readily into a groan of simple want for more of her attentions. In every way. Her tongue swept agianst his flesh, stealing that blood from the small wound she had created before she uttered those further words against his neck upon a heated breath. She would finish what she had started this morning- allow him that release she had denied him over and over and allow them to fall back into that routine they knew well and he had been trained to perform- or else he need make a request here and now.

How...tempting it was to merely allow her that control. To allow her to offer him that pleasure he knew she was capable of giving, along with that very release that so awaited as a veritable reward for pleasuring her in turn and yet....they had made a deal. She had given her word. One the vampiric cowboy was determined to hold her too- if she would allow it. If she could truly ever afford him a moment to command her. Those very thoughts had no sooner settled within his mind then he hips shifted in turn. Her sinful, femanine figure ground agianst him, tormenting him as she moved to pull his shirt from his figure entirely before tossing it into the depths of the car. He was desperate to...feel her agianst him, around him. That want so forming a near haze across his thoughts and yet how certain he was that this was so exactly what she desired. Risque, perhaps, attempting to have him forfeit his position willfully.

"Well played, darlin'."

That very compliment was near husky, that desire entirely clear within the vampires words as his hands shifted upward to brush over her waist, his mismatched gaze near reveling in the sight of that lingerie before his fingers brushed higher upward, reaching for the clasp of her bra only to undo it in a single motion and free her breasts. Darcy was quick to allow his hands to caress that sensitive flesh, his thumbs teasing those peaks into firmness before he lent forward to allow his lips to brush across her stomach and upward. Darcy so daring to allow his very fangs to scrape across the flesh of her right breast before sweeping across one hardened nipple. The vampire moved to distract her entirely once more. His mismatched gaze so finally meeting her own.

"But I 'ave a request."

Darcy waited only so long as it took his lovers gaze to meet his own with that clear intrigue- before that vampiric speed saw their positions suddenly and abruptly shifted in a way they had never quite been before. Risque, this time, pressed into the seat beneath him. Their poisons reversed. Darcy so having re-positioned that chair to lower it back, affording them more room- and placing his lover all the more beneath him.

"Dis time, I wanna be on top."

That position was nothing short of precarious. In the entirety of their relationship Risque had never allowed him to take that dominant role, to feel the weight of him atop her as so many other couples did. Yet how utterly...arousing it was- to take her as he desired. Darcy's lips so suddenly found her own again, the vampiric cowboy once more seeking to drown out that need to dominate that flowed so strongly within his lover's veins with that simple want. That kiss was nothing short of passionate once more, the very taste of her yet again coaxing that utter desire within him as another soft groan rose within his throat. His hands shifted downward again, catching within the hem of her jeans and underwear to slip them from her figure in a single, smooth motion. That feeling of her chest agianst his own was nothing short of arousing. The scent of her, the taste of her- the feel of her beneath him was...everything he had ever craved. It was the sudden feel of her hand pressing agianst his shoulder, however, that prompted a near faint growl within the vampires throat. He could feel that shift beneath him, Risque, he knew, so readily contemplating shifting those positions again to place herself back on top as she always was. That reaction within the southern cowboy was as decidedly swift as it was violent- his lips lifted from her own only for his head to snap suddenly to his left. His teeth sizing flesh with a sudden, sharp, warning growl. Risque so unable to move her right arm quick enough to prevent that bite. Darcy's teeth released in near the same moment as they had bitten. The cowboy, so momentarily, near....taken aback by his own actions. He had not bitten Risque like that in....years. Not since he had first come under her command and yet, this time, his tongue so merely brushed over his lips, tasting that blood. Relishing in it. Before his hand moved to gently grasp her wrist, lifting that bitten arm back towards him.

"Reckon i gotcha, sorry Darlin'."

How readily those words spoke of apology and yet how little his actions reflected it as his lips moved to brush over that bite wound again. His tongue so easily circled it, lapping at that blood as he healed that wound all in one before simply continuing that trail of kisses down her arm. Darcy allowed his teeth, several times, to abruptly pierce into that flesh as his hips shifted atop her once more. The vampire to effortlessly combining that pain and pleasure she had taught him to wield so well. That blood running freely down her arm as it did his lips. Darcy was nothing other than what she had made him to be. The southern vampire relishing in that bloodied, chaotic, control.


Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth


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