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 A Satellite Heart


Posted on May 26, 2014 by Heidi
West




No.

It was a blatant, matter of fact answer and it made my brow scrunch into a small furrow of deep thought. I had been speaking figuratively, for humans are so easily drawn into the fine mesh mess of drama when our poor choices and decisions so often lead us astray.

I could not know how it was to be captured like a wild animal. Plucked from my wild wilderness and placed in a cage on display for the entertainment of others. I could not know that the man beside me was just such a creature, leashed and collared. The Gift of my Craft was not clairvoyance with which to discover such knowledge.

But it did not take a psychic to see that he was suffering.

When I take a seat beside him, it had been a spur of the moment action, as so often my actions are. I am a person apt to following my initial instincts and heart. It is the only reason, perhaps, that I have remained to genuine to myself and have warded off so many things that might have jaded me in my youth. Now that I find myself sitting at his side, feeling the warmth of his body heat radiating off of him, and the light of the moon focusing every masculine detail with acute clarity, I am thinking better of the action.

The evidence of his very human virility was not quite clear, and being so close I could almost forget he was a panther just a few sparing minutes ago. My cheeks flush again, a little more brightly than before. But I am a modest girl, and a polite one at that. So I am careful to keep my eyes above the waist line... well, if there was a waist line. I avert my eyes from his stark nakedness, allowing them to drift down to the street far below us, following the same path his own green zephyrs take.

It has been a very long time since I kept the company of a man, and much longer still, when that had been....intimate company. Human men were the most flustering of all for me to be around. Most of the time I was too shy even to speak let alone flirt. Perhaps the only reason I was as comfortable around this man was because I knew him to be more animal then human. Animals, unlike humans, were always honest in all their actions. When they were afraid, they showed their fear. When they were angry, they showed their fangs. And when they loved, it was unconditional. Animals did not lie to you. They did not manipulate or deceive.

He speaks now again and I find the words disturbing, the implications in his tone are that of a man that knows from experience. A vague answer to my question and yet one that sums up everything quite well. A bewildered gasp falls breathily from my lips, fluttering out into the night like the delicate, paper-thin appendages of a moth's wings. Brows drawing together once more in earnest, light amethyst eyes turning sharp as I turn to look at him squarely.

"You're a prisoner here? Like...like a slave?" I choked out the last word, utterly horrified by the very notion.

Lips drew a grim line, knuckles turning white with the sheer force in which my nails were suddenly biting into the concrete molding of the roof ledge. My pulse had quickened, but not in fear. In sheer anguish.

He warns me of her, apparently it is a Her, this monster that would strip a beautiful creature of it's freedom. He tells me to run from her, a vampire, should ever I see her. I feel my teeth grind together behind the beguiling lips which were now creased in a strained expression.

"Run?!" I speak, and for the first time since our meeting, my voice pulled from the soft lilting lullaby-type quality to a hardened, steely note. "She would do well to pray to whatever unholy demon she prays to that she never lays an eye upon me... I'd filet her alive, So Isis help me...!" the last is spoken softly, but with such gusto one would be certain of the dead seriousness of the statement.

Of course, I have only ever encountered one other vampire. But I knew them to be cruel, soulless and more powerful the older they were. In reality I probably couldn't make good on my word and I know that, but that didn't mean I felt every fiber of my Being on fire with a seething rage. That didn't I didn't believe my own words. I was half-ready to jump up and run down to that night club right now and pick a fight with this big bad vampiress right now.

If not for that look in his eyes. Fear? Hatred? Broken-ness? It' hard to say but it is enough to compel me to stay put before I run off and get myself killed foolishly.

My expression softens almost instantly, melting into something compassionate. One hand reaches out automatically, ever gentle as fingers tentatively stroke his shoulder... wanting to extend to him some semblance of comfort, however meager it might be.

"I'm sorry." It was a hushed thing, as if offering my condolences to someone who'd lost a dear friend. The same way I spoke to the animals in a zoo, pacing behind their iron bars as their minds deteriorate into madness. My heart grieving for what he's lost, no matter that he was a stranger.

"What is your name?" I ask softly. "have you ever been to any of those places... the ones you told me about?"



I'm A Satellite Heart
Lost In The Dark...


But I'll Be Truly Yours

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