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 April 07, 2019 by Tobias
West



It was an important day, yes. A very important day.

Raven had long since disappeared to the market for the morning, Tetradore had retreated to his office to make phone calls. Alexis, Mira and Henry were out. The spotted deviant left to his own devices and yet today, of all days, he hardly seemed to mind that solitude. At least not enough to bother Tetradore once more and so demand the other man put down his phone to pay attention to him. Tobias notoriously poor at sharing attention. Not when he so believed he was by far the most interesting thing in any room and should, indeed, be paid heed toward. Today the lanky young man has his own task to take care off. That box of farm animals had been tipped over and sprawled across the room in front of him. Those plastic cows and horses and sheep and pigs and pieces of fence lay scattered all about him and yet the boy was diligent in his efforts. He reached for each animal, one at a time, separating them into categories of sorts. Two pigs, seven cows, five horses, ten sheep. Tobias piling each animal within its category before beginning the laborious task of standing each animal upon its tiny plastic feet. Every creature position to face him like a small plastic army. Their unblinking little black eyes as staring towards him. The very sight almost....creepy and yet the leopard boy was nothing if no diligent in these seemingly bizarre efforts.

"Looking.....looking.....looking."

He repeats the word, over and over. That singular mumbled phrase falling from his lips again and again along with so many other unintelligible words that seem to hold little meaning to any save himself. Just what he is doing and why remains to be seen. Tobias reached for those pieces of plastic fence then. The boy lining them up along the side of those animals, rather then around them as he surely should have done. Several pieces of fence laid at the hooves of those horses and cattle- as if the animals had struck them down. For several long moments those fathomless dark eyes seemed to stare critically at his creation before the young man reached diligently for one of those cows- the creature turned to lay upon its side, several sheep following suit along with a singular pig. Tobias, at last, seemingly happy with his strange creation. The soft sound of someone coming up those stairs and lingering outside his room had hardly gone unnoticed. Tobias, like all Were's, so possessing that supernatural ability for both hearing and smell. The young man already aware of the Fae girl. Her scent affording him no cause for alarm. After all, he knew Maeve. She was a kitten. A kitten who posed no threat to his pack and as such his role as protector of his subordinates was so hardly called into play. Tobias merely glancing briefly toward that door in some clear curiosity for the girl outside it before returning to his 'game'.

The young child's sudden leap into that room, the growl upon her lips as she crouched down in leopard like fashion, prompted that turn of Tobias's head. The man content to eye her quizzically as if attempting to understand this bizarre manner of entrance. People did not roar when they came into rooms. Of that he was sure. Mostly. His understanding of the rules of society as a whole a truly.....lacking thing and an ideal much open to consideration. Near all Tobias' understanding of the world having come from mimicking the behaviours of others. Indeed, very near all of Tobias himself was simply.....the mimicked personality of others. Just who the young man was himself a question....with no true answer. Not when his very being was so made up of those around him. Tetradore perhaps his favourite of all to mimic. That very question upon Maeve's lips prompted that shake of the boys head. Tobias nothing if not blatantly honest in most regards. That he should, surely, have humoured the girl hardly occurred to him. Maeve's presence, however, so managed to coax that strange lopsided grin to his features all the same.

"Growl was....good."

He manages at last. Tobias seeing fit to inform the girl of that in the very least before his attention return to his farm animals in their every precarious position. The young man, for now, wholly fixated upon what lay before him as he sat cross-legged on that floor with that serious expression returned to his features. One hand gestured forward then as he glanced back toward Maeve.

"It is a.....revolution."

Obviously.

"I don't suffer from my insanity.
I enjoy every moment of it.


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