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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on April 28, 2015 by Damon
West


I would do anything to bring the light to her eyes that shines so brightly now and yet it is unhindered by things that would make us hesitate before as the faerie blood rushes through our veins. She doesn't seem bothered at all by our heads hitting momentarily, a giggle rushing from her lips as she makes it known she wants to dance. And dance, we shall. I take her hand and start parading her around the floor, my eyes twinkling with a free light. I feel light as a feather and nothing is out of reach anymore. I lead the dance though I'd hardly mind if she threw in a few steps of her own. She seems content with the pace, laughing as I dip her and twirl her and show her the waltzes of my day.

The feeling of her hand in mine is not lost on me. I could savor that sensation forever. I've always been quite sensitive to the touch of her fingertips on my bare flesh but in this state, it's almost like a fever rush every time we touch. The dance is making my head spin and it's not just the faerie blood. Everything about her in even more so intoxicating right now. The smell of her sweet perfume that always seems to linger in her presence, the warmth of her breath on my skin when she laughs, the blue of her eyes ever brighter now. She is my addiction.

As her hands frame my jaw, my eyes look downward obediantly, vying to search her features even as she draws her lips to mine. Never would I think her to make the first move but my lips meld against hers instinctively, answering back her affection with a deep passion of my own. There is no vices to hinder, no voices in my head to warn me that I would only hurt her, not right now. There is only the sensation of her lips against mine, the feverish brush of her teeth against my bare lip. I shudder at the thought of what those teeth could do. I fear I would be but a puddle on this bar floor in seconds. I groan into her mouth, my hungry lips pushing back into hers until a voice interrupts. What I would give for the floor to take that voice and swallow it up as if it never sounded.

And yet she pulls back and I find myself reluctantly licking my lips in remembrance as I turn to the source of the voice. Of course it would be Chaz. I can see the envy in his eyes from here and with the blood in my veins, I wish I could rub it in a little more, wrap my arm around her and claim her as my own. And why shouldn't I? She kissed me, right? That means something right? Isolt smiles at him and the blush on her cheeks drives me wild in whole new ways, my jaw tightening from holding back the urge to take her somewhere more private now that she's awakened the beast inside. No inhibitions like this, no hesitation. She doesn't speak and so I make the move this time, my hand drawing down to envelop her fingers between mine, where they belong. My lips draw into a lazy smirk as I run my other hand though my hair and take him in.

"Ah, Chaz, what poor timing. Where your usual entourage? Busy studying for their next final? What brings you out alone on a night like this?"

The way my body shifts beside Isolt should be a clue that I could really care less. I'm just trying to be polite. And yet I want to take polite and throw it out the window. I want to kiss Isolt again and never come up for air again. It's not like I need it. I squeeze her hand, glancing her way to give her a mischeveous wink when she looks. I'll have to find us a way out of this somehow and I think I can make it fun.

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