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 May 29, 2015 by Damon
West


I can only hope that Isolt's manner with Chaz is totally genuine and not just the faerie blood in her veins making her act otherwise. If she really wanted his advances, I'd like to think she'd just be more bold about it instead of turn from it. Perhaps this does mean that her own self doubt has kept her from being as touchy with me as she is on this night? If so, I would wish that I could slip her a little every night, if only to get this type of connection with her, the kind I've been aching for more and more with every night I spend in her presence. I do find myself surprised when Isolt moves from my side at the inkling of violence in Chaz's gaze before I turn my powers on him. As if sure of herself for the first time, Isolt has released me to step in front of me, my very own not-so-human shield for the punch that is obviously intended for me. My brows knit together in puzzlement for a moment, shocked that she would make herself a punching bag on my behalf. I don't know whether to be flattered by her concern or insulted that she might think me not capable of handling a hit from a feeble human hand. Of course, I'd like to think I keep my manhood intact around Isolt so perhaps it's just her nature to always get herself injured over someone else.

But I could no more stand there and let her get hit than give up my own life. And so I find his gaze easily since he's too busy glaring at me anyway and I hold it while I turn my powers on full force. Bolstered by the faerie blood, my powers seem more toxic tonight than usual and so I'm easily able to talk him down from his ego fight. As he wanders off to collect some heaven in his veins, I tell Isolt of my intentions and as I should have known, she can only think of the pathetic human's life, pleading for it even with worry in her eyes. I shake my head softly, reaching out to run my fingers through her long hair. I find myself mesmerized by it for a moment before I reluctantly tug my gaze back to hers. "No dying, no suffering. Scout's honor." I even hold up my hand to make it look official, a smile tugging at my lips as I try to draw one out of her own lush pllows. I hate to see her worried, especially over a damn human. It's all I can do not to concentrate more on her hand lying softly on my chest as it is. My hand reaches up, delicately folding around her fingers as I pull her hand up to my lips, brushing them across her knuckles before I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. I'll keep my word and not kill him, but that doesn't mean we can't have a drink of his blood.

As I pull her into the alleyway, I wonder at her reaction to what we're about to do. I know she's been feeding because she always seems in good health but whether she's getting it from an actual person or a blood bag most of the time, I have no idea. I don't know how she feels about feeding off a human, especually one she knows. As I talk to Chaz and turn to her, ready to gauge her reaction first, I'm pleasantly surprised to see the bluch working its way up her cheeks and her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip, a sensation below the belt reminding me just how much I like it when she does that. At her words, a lazy smile pulls at my lips and my eyes gleam with happiness as I watch her move to Chaz. As she grabs for an arm, I do the same with the other, mirroring her motions as my gaze never leaves hers. I could care less about the human between us, my hungry eyes only for her. Whereas she is gentle, I am decidedly not, my fangs extending and my jaws snapping onto his arm like a bite dog on a felon. I feel him tense in pain and then slowly relax as he feels the powers of a vampire bite taking away all coherent thought and leaving him with only the sensation of pleasure. This tends to happen more with willing victims, even those that are only willing due to powers.

While I take my fill, I never look away from her and I'm delighted that she does the same, her clear blue eyes piercing into mine like daggers I would never want to take out. When I finally feel as if I've gotten enough, I slowly draw my lips away, licking at them slowly as I lower his arm and turn my gaze to him once she's released his other arm. "Go home and doctor your arms then hit the hay. You've had a long night of drinking and you'll even wake up with a hangover and no idea how you got marks on your arms. Oh...and forget you ever laid eyes on Isolt. She is mine." Even as the words purr from my lips, my gaze turns back to her with a dark possessive nature. As Chaz stumbles away, I hold out my hand. "Where to next?" My lips curve into a smirk, eyes dancing with the new light on things because of this stronger dose of faerie blood. I feel like I could do anything. The lights from the street lamps feel more brilliant and bright but not in an irritating way, more in a magical way. Sometimes when I don't look at them directly, the telephone poles are dancing, swaying side to side. Isolt's face is more alive than I've ever seen it, her eyes a brilliant blue and her hair fluttering against her shoulders like red silk. I can't help myself; I have to touch it. My hand draws up, running down the hair at the side of her face before my finger tips trail softly across her cheek before following the supple ridge of her jaw line. "So beautiful..." I murmur, clearly entranced.

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