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 20, 2019 by Tobias
West



He is hardly fooled by her. Not for a moment. He remembered Carolina. Oh yes. He forgot many things but this woman was not one of them. He remembered that threat to throw her overboard all that time ago. She worked for them now. For Tetradore. For him. Tobias, for all his inability to process the world around him in so many ways, seemed to have no trouble understanding his own position and the position of those beneath him. That younger barmaid, the one very near reduced to tears, was all but ignored by the man if only because he could ignore her. Because she, like so many others outside of Tetradore himself, rarely questioned the often volatile Leopards authority. Carolina was a different creature though. One he had not tested yet. One he had not decided where to place upon that mental ladder of hierarchy that existed within his mind. Tetradore, of course, lingered eternally at the top. His brothers position unquestionable and utterly unchanging. Tobias so fell next on that ladder with Raven directly beneath him. The rest of that pack lingering below them. The staff below that in the order Tobias liked them the most. All but Carolina. The leopard so needing to be placed. Tonight, it seemed, Tobias had decided (in his own bizarre fashion) to test her. To see just where she belonged. The woman surely having little idea of just how precarious that exchange was so set to be. This the first time the pair had interacted with each other since that fateful day. How she handled this very task, a set up from the beginning, would surely deem whether or not she was even worthy to be in their pack.

That softly uttered greeting from the young woman prompted that glance towards her, Tobias meeting her gaze with the dark of his own eyes. Her voice was pleasant, sweet, calm and as such the boy offered the courtesy off his attention- even if only briefly- he name near sung from his own lips. That strange little smile abruptly disappearing near the moment those syllables had passed his lips. Tobias never truly having mastered smiling, or at least, understanding for how long he should hold that smile. Carolina moved to usher the barmaid off in those moments that followed, Tobias returning his own attention to his phone and that task of repeatedly opening and closing apps for seemingly no purpose at all save the joy he took from that very task. That sudden, stuttered question that left his lips, however, so indicated he was, in fact, far more aware of the woman then he pretended to be. Tobias curious of just what she wanted from him, even if he knew just exactly what that was. The gangly young man the very image of a petulant child in that moment. Her answer distinctly unanticipated all the same as she insisted she wanted......things he hardly understood. Rain. he knew the word rain. He did not know the words 'sugar free brownie'. Sugar-free anything most surely having failed to exist in the Ark for long. Tetradore and himself near demonically demanding those daily doses of sugar as it was. There was no place for sugar-free things here. This use of new words however so momentarily seemed to ensnare his attention once more, his head tilting slightly to the side before that sudden, abrupt scowl seemed to find him. A distinct huff leaving his lips.

"I am....not....Honey. I am....Tobi."

That he had mistaken her term of endearment for her belief it was his name was surely clear. Tobias fixing her with a hard, serious look as if that alone might prompt her not to make this error again. Tobias, after all, was very serious about his name. It was fortunate perhaps, that his momentary irritation over his name so hardly seemed to last. The lanky leopard so seeming to enjoy the very tone of Carolina's voice. Those accented words nothing short of pleasing to him right along with that playful wink he was afforded and the insistence that she would tell him a secret in exchange for his own. A trade. A secret trade. He liked to trade. Tobias remained distinctly upon that bar surface, his position hardly yielding just yet. His gaze however, now rested firmly upon the woman as she leaned agianst the bar a short distance away. His mind rapidly turning over and over. A secret. He would share a secret.

"Tobi knows."

His head nodded firmly in time with this declaration. As if this, alone, was enough to explain. To have her understand. That....lack of immediate understanding on her features seeming to prompt a further scowl from the boy. Tobias offering that elaboration in those same garbled words.

"Tobi knows....that Tetra asks Caroliiiiiiina to hide....cookies from Tobi. Tobi....knows."

This, it seemed, was the secret he was willing to share today. A secret that implicated her in the same fashion as it did Tetradore. His dark eyes narrowing on her once more. Her 'secret' in helping Tetradore so essentially called out. Tobias readily watching for that reaction once more.

"Where did....Caroliiiiina hide....them?"

His gaze hardly wavers from her own then. Tobias so seeking to play his own sort of game now. To test her loyalty, perhaps, to Tetradore himself. Perhaps to test her own lying skills in turn. Tobias, after all, knew so exactly where those cookies where. His affinity made it impossible for anything to remain hidden from him and yet, it seemed, it was her answer he desired. Though for exactly what purpose was hardly clear. The boy oblivious to the notion that Raven had, to some extent, already coached the young blonde in speaking to him. The woman so sneakily having avoided asking him for anything directly. That conversation kept casual, light and relatively easy between them. A sudden, bizarre compliment falling from his lips in regards to her accent then. Before those words seemed to make no sense at all.....

"I like....your words. I do...not like his though.....the other. No. His words....like.....Caroliiiina but not....no. Tobi does not like him. Why are....your words....like that?"

Her southern twang, it seemed, had intrigued him.




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