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

he'll only break your heart


Posted on August 31, 2018 by Tobias
West




The lanky leopard remained settled at Tetradore's side, his own golden gaze lingering upon his mate as she danced around the inky form of the tiger. The boy seemingly content to remain where he was and merely watchover his girlfriend. Tobias decidedly...less possessive off his mate around those other females then he was when it came to other men. Raven seemed to like Regan, Tobias himself hardly opposed to the tigress and as such the boy seemed to readily accept Raven's excitement at her return. Even if it had come at the expense of his and Tetra's game. Tobias prone to those near childish emotions when permitted- even if they so often hardly lasted very long. His own attention shifted only at the very feel of those other pack members approaching. That very thread that bound them all near seeming to hum all the more at the sight of the vixen hurrying along and towards them. Tobias readily seeming to delight in the arrival of Alexis. His own purr rising within his throat as she came to sit beside him, his head tilted to butt against her own in that distinctly feline greeting. Tobias, for all his volatile nature and short temper so eternally seeming to find a fascination of sorts with Alexis. He liked the vixen. Her quiet nature and ready playfulness appealing to him. The girl readily seeming to understand her place within that pack in a fashion that only further soothed the often irritable Leopard.

"Pretty."

That singular word was pressed easily to her mind. That nickname he had so eternally held for the woman readily offered before he leaned away, that long, fluffy tail wrapping about his paws as he sat. Only for one ear to flicker backward at the approach of another. Those vivid golden eyes turned near in time with the emerald of his brothers own to eye Mira as she strode forward, her own figure settling beside Tetradore then. Tobias' head tilting near curiously as his gaze continued to linger upon the pair, that brush of Mira's tail against his companions ebony form hardly missed, nor the fashion in which the panther seemed to return the gesture. Tobias a decidedly perceptive creature when he choose to be, at least, when it came to Tetradore. His very protectiveness of his companion so prompting the Leopard to be decidedly prone to perceiving those subtle gestures- even if he so often hardly understood them. For the most part. Those feline features frowning ever so slightly in a clear curiosity before those stuttered words were pressed to Mira's mind alone.

"Mirrrra, are you....sitting in.....a tree?"

Tobias' gaze lingered readily on the wolf then. The boy clearly anticipating a response to those very words. The leopard so clearly oblivious to the very fact they made no sense at all. At least, not to anyone save himself. It was fortunate, perhaps, that Henry's arrival seemed to spare Mira any further questioning for the deranged Leopard. That rumble of greeting for Henry rising within his throat as the other panther settled behind Tetradore and himself. Tobias angling his head toward Henry then.

"Do you want....to play....games with....Tetra and.....Tobi.....after this?"

It was only right, after all, that the only other boy in that pack be invited back to Tetradore's room to play those video games they had been forced to put away once that pack business was attended too. After all, video games were for boys, he was sure. Raven's sudden return towards the pack at large saw the Leopard's attention shift for a final time. His fiance attempting to lead Regan towards them then. Raven brushing first against Tetradore and then himself, her fur laced with Regan's scent in that attempt to settle the group at large by introducing the scent of the tiger to the Alpha and Beta in turn. Tobias brushing his own cheek against Raven to return his scent to her before Reagan began to approach. The hesitancy within the Tiger's gait readily clear. Those more predatory instinct's within the deviant clawing at him within those moments and yet he remained where he was. The deviant glad to see the tiger return even if it might prove to be for only a short time. His very nature so often seeming to find appeal in Regan's own. Her lack of words often appeasing to him. Regan so understanding that very language of just what remained unsaid as so many others often refused to do.

Tetradore rose to stride towards the black tigress then. Tobias shifting silently to take up the place at the veritable head of the pack Tetradore had previously occupied. The leopard affording Tetradore and Regan that moment to reacquaint with one another, his gaze lingering upon the pair before Tetra saw to ensure the scent of their pack lingered on Regan's. Tobias rising at last to brush his shoulder against Reagan's other side in that greeting- leaving the rest of the pack to do as they saw fit before moving to stand to the side of the tiger then. His ears pricked forward in clear curiosity for that answer on whether or not she was staying or simply visiting.







madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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