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 (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
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

I'm under your skin;


Posted on October 24, 2021 by Risque
West

at my feet you'll bow to me
How she watched Tetradore's face, as if she could search for a reason, a weakness within his carefully schooled resolve. Even as she toyed with him, his resolve to fly beneath her radar and appease to her was stronger than ever before. Yet, it was still easy to manipulate and draw his attention to precisely where she wanted it, upon her. Exactly where he would anticipate the pain from the silver talons to brush across his unblemished skin. A perfect canvas for her to decorate or to ruin. But he was far too well versed in this game and yet it was all too easy to draw his attention to the being that held his fate into the palm of her hand. His features contorted to a scowl she deemed his norm. An indication that finally gave him away, that her feline might not have been as composed as he tried to show. How could he be when the mention of his precious Ark was an obvious point of contention that she had not quite had the time to exploit yet. It was clear that he certainly had thoughts that he was smart enough to keep to himself. She claimed that she had done him a favour. Her voice silken even as she tasted each word. All he could do was reply with that gravelly grumpy voice of his and yet he was still cautious in the choice of his words.

"And what statement is that?" Risque pressed with a perfectly mastered nonchalance. He turned away from her as if to shield himself from her but she already tasted that metaphorical blood in the water. How she knew it would be a form of torture to pry those words from him, to bait him to his ruin that she wished to lap up blood from a wound. Tension built within her pet, she could see the way his muscles bunched beneath the skin as his torso was bare for her perusal. She even noted the way his fingers curled into disdainful fists for the moment his fa├žade crumbled. For a moment the question lingered if he would act on it. How easy he made this.

The act, despite that momentary threat fell to the wayside like ash the moment he urged himself to grow lax. She could only wonder what he thought of to urge that sense of calm so quickly. Her eyes flicked over him once more, her pet far more pliable. She allowed him that moment even though the gears within her mind began to churn, a wicked rhythm that bode well for no man that lingered within her near orbit. Her face betrayed none of it. Her pale eyes seemed to be distracted by that mortal shell before the feline queen began to move toward that mirror, her hips almost hypnotic and on display through that sheer material she wore. Although, her appearance never quite seemed to stir him as it did her lover. She admired her all too perfect reflection within the mirror, ignoring Tetradore for a moment.. her hands caressed her sides that sloped into the inviting curves of her body. It was as if she liked the feel of her own touch through the fabric before resting at her outer thighs, distracted by the prospect of what she wished to do with the remainder of her evening and if Tetradore fit within those plans. At least it was a simple thing to inspire that her fickle attentions lingered elsewhere. It wouldn't be the first time.

It would seem it did not take long as she tossed those words over her exposed shoulder, turning her head just so to peer over it, to lock eyes with her pet. Those words were tossed like they were mere scraps she intended for him to pick up. Even in the dim light of that room, his emerald eyes were still striking even void of the challenge that were once within them earlier. Instead they seemed almost searching as she told him what she wished of her pet to earn his freedom. To crawl like an animal out of the building. A simple act of humiliation that was to serve as an active reminder who held his leash... along with the enjoyable punishment of watching her were-king's pride be beaten on her simple whim. How certain that his alpha nature would loathe it so. Yet, the way she said that punishment it had almost seemed easy. Attainable, a small price to pay to leave Syn relatively unscathed. Yet she knew his dominant nature would not allow it, not without a fight, not unless she made him. It was a perfect little trap that he fell into so brilliantly. It was predictable.. and yet there was a moment she thought he actually considered it.

Silence filled the air between them, but it was like a living thing. The next moment he began to lower to the wooden floor that caused her to face him, hiding the surprise she felt behind a veil of hunger. No fight? No provoking words? Risque had thought he possessed a little more fight. Yet freedom was a mighty carrot to dangle before him. Down he went and she watched his every move.... Until that shift came, unexpectedly. It was too quick for that prickle of energy to reach her in time. Bones broke and mended so swiftly, that shift taking but a moment. Ah there was that act of defiance. How easy it would have been to use her power to stop him in the middle of it. How painful it would have been, but not as painful as what was to come for disobeying her. It would seem her trap was flawless. He even had the nerve, the gall to go towards the door in his feline form and sit obediently to wait for her to open it as she commanded of him. That was not what she had asked. She had wanted him to crawl... not to walk with ease within his all too comfortable feline form. Surely, he had to know that his minced words would not fly.

Such a naughty, terribly predictable pet. She shook her head, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth in a tsking sound that seemed almost loud in the quietude of that room. With that typical sinuous gait she was known for, she moved to the door, as if she might actually let him out. Her hand hovered above the handle as she paused and did nothing more than that.

Ah if he wanted to play in half truths. So would she. "I said you may.. I did not guarantee I would. I merely wanted to see what you would do. Your disobedience only proved a point I wanted an answer to." Her voice velvet like the darkness of a moonless sky. Void and consuming. Her power threatened to rise like a malicious storm of malintent sent to scourge the earth and everything in her way. She gave him no more than those cryptic words and the familiar invasive prickle of her power that she held over him. "The tragic thing is.. If you had, I might have allowed it to suffice as your punishment.." She paused, her gaze unforgiving and cold as she observed him. It was almost like he craved for her punishment. How time and time again, his defiance got the better of him. "Now you know.. I cannot let you go." There was an eagerness within her tone, as faint as it was, but no one could miss the finality of it. Surely, he already anticipated it.

As much as she almost preferred the beast to the man at times, that current moment was not one of them. "Shift back." She slammed him with her power with the shock of a lightning bolt, a threat to rip him from his bestial form.. to retreat back into his much weaker and more vulnerable form without fur to hinder the view of his breakable skin. She reached out with vampiric speed, her own claws embedded to scruff him with those silver talons sinking into his skin like he was another glove for her to wear.

She searched for a sign of agony upon his face. "Now." Right with her talons piercing his skin, she wanted to feel it. Oh, she was always hard on her things. There was no room for argument in that tone. How she could have roared that command. Instead, she was oddly calm even though those pale eyes possessing a laser focus upon her cat as she rose him up, his front paws lifted while his hind paws were allowed to remain on the floor. Her power pelted into him like her silver talons that burned. It was unrelenting like she was. She had him mentally and physically and there was nothing more he could do about it.. Nothing but to give in to her command and weather the violent storm ahead of him.

I like you damaged, but I need something left
Something for me, something for me to wreck

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