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 June 07, 2015 by Damon
West


I know that Isolt keeps her own secrets just as I so heavily guard my own. Perhaps some day, some how, we'll find a way to break down those barriers and there will be less to swim through but for now, I'm content to leave her to her nighttime snacks hidden from my eyes, if only I can trust that she's safe. On this night, whether it be the faerie blood in her veins or something altogether more beautiful, I can't take my eyes off of her and the confident way with which she gives into her animalistic hunger. As she holds onto Chaz's arm and leans down to feed from him, I find a growing hunger of my own and it's not just in my gut. She brings alive so many parts of me that I can't understand it all. As Chaz's heartbeat starts to slow, more rapidly than I'm sure either of us wanted but with two vampires on his arms, it's easy to imagine his body can't hold enough blood to sate both our hungers without killing him. And so i pull away and I'm pleased to see her doing the same. She listens to unspoken guidance quiet well for one raised without much of an excuse for a maker.

The way her eyes sparkle in the moonlight drives me crazy and when she quirks her brow, I could melt on the spot. At my question, I can practically see the wheels spinning in that pretty little head. And then she takes my hand with a look in her eyes that could kill a man with nothing but pure pleasure in his thoughts. At her words, my skin ripples with anticipation, my lips twitching as I simply dip my head in an "after you" gesture as she leads me out of the alley. I walk hand in hand with her, seemingly untouchable in the cool night air. The shop signs light our way and as we walk beneath them, they flicker with energy from my raging powers under the influence of the faerie blood. As her head falls to my shoulder, i let out a contented sigh, soft under my breath as the lights dim now, like a lulling night light.

As we find ourselves on an apartment stoop, I keep the burning questions to myself, patient enough to let her dig in her pocket for a key. I can feel her confidence slowly waning and I loathe to see it go, my eyes still brilliant with that same hunger and curiosity as she now leads me through the open door. I can feel her hand tighten around my own and I squeeze hers back in reassurance, my expression softening even as I can't help but look around the homey apartment, taking in the feeling of emptiness. She stays silent so my curiosity only grows as we move through the small rooms and finally into the last and final destination. As she opens the door, I feel the pressure like a great weight, somehow knowing this is big for her just in the way she opens the door, as if second guessing herself the whole time. She flicks the switch and the room I find myself in would be any normal bedroom..if it wasn't completely and totally filled with HER.

I feel her presence in any facade of this room, from the pictures and memorabilia that covers the walls to the very perfume that wafts into my sensitive nostrils. This is her room, her sanctuary...and now she shares it with me. If I did have a beating heart, it would be beating right out of my chest in this moment, both nervous and excited for this new step. I take my time looking around, even taking small steps around to reach out, gently touching the corner of that picture or running my finger gingerly over the glass frame that holds a medical degree. I can feel her in any space, every corner, and it hypnotizes me. Only after I feel like I've probed everything , my brow even twitching at the violet sheets on the bed, before I turn back to see her looking more nervous than ever in the middle of the room, like a statue prone for worship. I turn fully to face her now, my eyes searching her delicate features, wishing to know what she's thinking. And only after a moment or two does she speak.

My brows furrow even as I step toward her, slowly reaching out lest she spook at quick motions, to take her hands in mine and hold them between us. I pull her in close to me, wanting to drink in her scent more strongly then ever now as I speak softly and yet my tone full of resolutely. "As breathtaking and mystifying as the goddess who stands before me. A building is just an empty shell, no matter how elegant it's encasing. This....this is a HOME. And that's only because of the feeling someone gets when they step through that door. Not because of what street it's on or the materials that fill it up....it's because of the thoughts and memories that seep into your pores and make you feel welcome and whole." One hand releases hers now to reach up, gingerly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and letting my fingers trail down her cheek bone to lift her jaw up to make sure she's looking at me. "Isolt....you are my idol and my alter and there's not a day that goes by that I don't wish to worship you." I let the corner of my lips curl back now, my eyes glistening softly now as I let my fingers wait upon the delicate ridge of her chin, waiting for her answer even my eyes grow hungry again, roaming softly over the beautiful planes of her face.

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