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.

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

and through it all i'll stand by you


Posted on June 17, 2019 by Tobias
West



Tobias liked this game. It was by far one of his favourites. The deviant's dark eyes remained near fixated on that screen, his fingers pressing at those buttons with a far greater efficiency and dextericity than he did most other things in life. Tobias, surprisingly, displaying a great ability to both focus and engage when presented with those games. His ability to move his character about that screen in fluid time with Tetradore's own near akin to the fashion in which the men moved together in daily life. The pair, of late, having seemingly become even more intensely close then before. Tobias had not understood, not fully, the very horrors his 'brother' had been subject to that very night those weeks ago. The Leopard's mind was incapable of processing such information and yet that gangly deviant, in his own way, so knew enough of the world to understand on another level entirely. Tobias having suffered that taste of Darcy's wrath and too- those years ago- the unrelenting force of Risques own. He understood his beloved companions hurt in both that physical and emotional sense. Tobias so hardly pressing for information from the Alpha nor desiring to have him talk as Tetradore seemed to have given up doing entirely of late. Rather, Tobias so simply proceeded to exist, unflinchingly and near over-protectively at his companions side with a fierce, unrivaled staunchness. Tobias, of late, having taken to near violently defending Tetradore's room from anyone whom his best friend did not desire to see or speak too. Matteo, it seemed, perhaps the only being Tetra was willing to accept. All others so forced to contend with Tobias' outrage that even the faintest of frowns upon his companions features seemed to promote.

He understood, in his own fashion, that Tetradore needed him. The lanky, shaggy haired deviant having taken to spending most evenings sleeping upon that much adored rug in Tetradore's room, on the end of his bed or under the man's bed itself as he had done when they were children and they had both believed the most fearsome thing in all the world were those monsters beneath the bed. Tobias having taken up that role of protector once more. Tetradore's sleep was rarely restful, the elder man waking often within the night. Tobias, wordlessly, so tending to merely appear in that Leopard form at his companions side. Else lay his feline head across the man's legs until Tetra settled once more. Tetradore so never having requested the man's presence so much as Tobias had simply come to understand just when it was required until they both fell asleep once more. Tobias, for all his faults, so entirely devoted to his best of friends. The boy refusing to utter a word to any whom demanded to know what was wrong with that Alpha, Tobias instead having taken up that mantle of protecting those fragile pieces that held his companion together. The boy, even now, so seemingly content to allow his companion to lean heavily agianst him as they played that game. Tobias relishing that time spent with Tetradore alone and these games they so often played for hours upon hours.

That near sudden knock at the door so readily seemed to prompt the boy to bristle. Tobias' dark eyes slicing sideways as that low growl rose in his throat. The unfortunate Mira slipping through that door and into the dark of the room. Tobias' head tilted slightly, that fashion near dog-like, as if assessing the woman before shifting his gaze to tetradore once more in search of even the barest hint of recognition upon his companions features before he turned again to Mira once more as she attempted to explain that situation.

"Tetra.....not want....to talk to....Mira now. Not...now...no."

Those halting, garbled words so managed to leave his lips. The poor woman all but dismissed. Tobias gaze, near fathomless dark in that room near boring into her own as if near silently daring her to defy that unspoken command to leave them be. His own mind so attempting to process those very words she offered, his thoughts slow to attempt to place them and pilfer that understanding from the very depths of that depravity that held together his own inner mind. He so hardly disliked Mira. Indeed, Tobias was wholly...fond of the woman and yet his defense of his companion had become so wholly intense the deviant had come to turning near any, save for Matteo and the food he bought, away near immediately. That mention of Maeve, however, seemed to see the boy hesitate. The image of that fairy kitten danced within his mind. The young man so often delighting in the girls presence. The notion that she had been 'taken' seeming to prompt that scowl to his features. He remembered, yes, for he was the best at remembering, that day the hunters had tried to take Maeve once before. Tetradore having declared her his. That someone had taken one of their possessions was...displeasing.

"Maeve...belongs to....Tetra and.....to Tobi and Mira....and pack."

His head nodded firmly as if to confirm that very thing, his head so tilting slightly to the side once more as if considering ...something. His features abruptly shifted into yet another curious look before his gaze settled upon Mira again.

"I....know where...Maeve is. We will.....get Maeve."

Nobody stole from them. Nobody. That affinity to find whatever he desired had already located that girl. Tobias pressing that pause button upon his own controller before glancing between his companions once more. The gangly deviant so evidently having decided to take over that Alpha position as that controller was rested gently beside the television.

"Mira come."

That very demand so saw Tobias' stare near unblinkingly at the woman Tetradore seemed to favour for several moments with the clear expectation that she would come to stand beside him. The deviant switching his gaze to his companion only once Mira had done just that. His voice, this time, holding none of that commanding tone.

"We....gt to....get Maeve...then....come back. I will....bring...Tetra too."

His head nodded once more as if giving himself that permission to carry out that plan. Tetradore, he knew, unlikely to rise from that sofa on his own. Tobias content to simply bring the Alpha as if it were a mere outing to the park. His affinity so reached for Tetradores own in that moment, the boy pilfering that teleportation before reaching out to grasp Mira's arm and Tetra's shoulders, that trio teleported instantly from that bedroom and to that very warehouse the Fae was being kept. Her cries piercing the air itself as they landed some feet away from the girl and her kidnappers. Mira, so unfortunately, had landed several feet away amongst a tangle of fishing nets and empty crates. Tobias had, somehow, so ended up with his back to those assailants, the boy blinking in surprise as he started toward the seemingly empty room in front of him- oblivious he was facing the wrong way. Tetradore, still in that seated position, had appeared upon the concrete beside him along with that spare blanket that had rested behind the men upon the couch and been so accidentally teleported in tun, that blanket fluttering down seemingly out of thin air to land atop the seated Tetradore and cover him entirely.

This, perhaps, the greatest rescue team to ever have existed.



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

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