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
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
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.
For several precarious moments even Tobias so hardly knew where they had ended up. The lanky deviant had merely stolen Tetradore's power and so combined it was his own- that very gift that assured him of Maeve's location. The trio, by that notion, having ended up in something of a tangled heap. Tobias, after all, was hardly so practised as Tetradore in the use of that teleportation. His ability to hold both of his companions close to him within that swirling vortex of magical embrace was....somewhat limited. Mira, in the least, had managed to land beside him, even if it was amongst a box of fishing nets- the poor young woman flailing about as she became only more and more entangled. Tetradore, mercifully, had landed equally as close beside him and yet Tobias had so unknowingly brought that blanket with them- the blanket itself content to fall from the air but a moment later and cover poor Tetradore entirely. Tobias the only one amongst them all whom had managed to land upon his feet. The boy so unfortunately facing the wrong way. His fathomless dark eyes peered into the equal inky darkness ahead of him, Tobias, in that moment, oblivious to the idea hat Maeve might be behind him as he stared into that dark space with a clear confusion. The sudden scent of fire as Mira all but incinerated that box seemed to prompt his gaze sideways, the deviant eyeing that box with a clear intrigue (though he hardly made any move to assist Mira out of the box because that would be far to helpful of him). It was Maeve's scream of delight at having spotted them that so at last saw Tobias pivot entirely. The little Fae kitten, nestled amongst those Hunters, at last seeming to have captured Tobias' attention.
Mira's insistence that himself and Tetradore 'look alive' saw Tobias' own features scowl once more. The young man clearly unfamiliar with that very phrase before his gaze shifted to Mira, Tobias affording the woman an utterly bizarre (and rather creepy) forced smiled that show all of his teeth. This, apparently, Tobias' efforts to 'look alive'. The deviant never truly having been good at understanding those sayings or sarcasm. Tobias instead attempting to do just as Mira had suggested and appear as if he was more alive then he so apparently already looked. That rush of incoming Hunters however so assured his very efforts were, thankfully, short lived. Tetradore beside him so at last seemed to have been stirred into action, the stirring within that pack bond indicating Tetradore's own shift to that panther form. Tobias, as always, eagerly content to follow. His own shift came in a near rush, Tobias leaping forward to all but exploded into that Leopard skin as his shredded clothing fell down around him in a denim and cotton rain. That black spotted and golden pelt all but gleaming in the faint light of the warehouse.
Mira, he was certain, was capable of following that command and fighting her way to the girl. The majority of those Hunters sure to focus upon Tetradore and himself. That very order near the last coherent thought Tobias was content to have before the scent of blood from Tetradores claws tearing open flesh seemed to fill the air with its rich, permeating, intoxicating scent. That adrenaline and animalistic, instinctive wildness so readily seemed to over take his own thoughts. Tobias so ...terribly prone to trading in what existed of his humanity for those far more animalistic urges. How he relished hunting with Tetradore, with Mira, with that pack as a whole. His own roar rose about those screams and shouts to join Tetradore's own as his own lanky figure spirinted forward. He had hunted beside his brother since they were mere children, Tobias so effortlessly following Tetradore's path of chaotic destruction. The already injured man, bleeding from those tears to his flesh from Tetradore's climb over him was that perfect first target. Tetra no sooner having leapt from the man then Tobias fell upon him. His affinity for force within his jaws was readily activated. That unfortunate Hunter seized with wicked glee by the throat as Tobias fangs lacerated into that flesh. The horrific sound of cracking bones echoed briefly over the man's screams before he was silenced entirely. His head nearly decapitated from his shoulders before Tobias finally released him.
The blood-stained leopard was quick to leap over his kill, that rampant adrenaline actively prompting the animal to seek only more of that taste. The blood lust that burned within that pack bond only increasing that very desire as Tobias' paws raced to carry him to his best friend once more. Tetradore, he knew, would seek that leader amongst the Hunters. Tobias already having eyed another of those fearful men as his limbs extended toward him to close that distance in a rush of speed. Another of his own gifts was readily engaged then, that connection to chaos slamming into that unfortunate Hunter. The man suddenly seeming unable to remember how to use that weapon within his hands let alone run from the big cat closing in on him. Each muscle within the spotted feline seemed to coil, Tobias launching himself from the ground to collide with the man and bring him tumbling to the ground beneath him. This Hunter, like the first, meeting the same fate as Tobias jaws closed around his neck and throat.
"I don't suffer from my insanity. I enjoy every moment of it.