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 (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.
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.
Tobias was nothing short of utterly persistent in those endeavors he deemed worthy of his attention. Varied as they tended to be. Today, rousing Tetradore from his bed so seemed to have settled within what remained of the deviants fractured mind as a manner of the highest importance. The boy was nothing short of determined to achieve that very goal. The promise of a festival, after all, was too tempting to ignore. Tobias inclined to relish in the promise of candy and food. Those people and lights and music simply....tolerated in the pursuit of sugary rewards. Tobias, despite his (seemingly) selective memory was rarely inclined to forget promises. Especially not promises of this kind. Tetradore so evidently doomed from the very start to be roused from that sleep he valued so much. That straddling his companion within his bed, much less subjecting his right cheek to that decidedly wet lick was....unusual behaviour had hardly occurred to the Leopard in any sense. Tobias, at the best of times, seemed to only barely cling to his humanity. That balance exever precarious. Personal space all but lost upon him when it came to those terribly few individuals he favoured. Tetradore so surely being one of them. His respect for his Alpha so entwined with his affection for the very man he saw as a sibling and best friend. Those boundaries between them often blurred. Tobias, after all, had been sitting on Tetradore since they were no more than five years old. The boy still deemed such behaviour entirely acceptable. The man oblivious to how obscure it might look to the unfortunate Mira as his companion so at last began to stir beneath him in the wake of that affectionate lick.
Tobias' finger extended a final time with that threat to boop Tetradore's nose again. This, so at last, seemed to prompt the man into action. Tetradore all but shoving Tobias to the floor in an unceremonious heap as that cry of alarm left him. The gangly deviant landed with a heavy thud upon that floor, those long limbs flailing about as several irritated mutterings fell from his lips in a serious in unintelligible ramblings that sounded near suspiciously like a variation of English and Spanish curse words. Tetradore eyed with a clear look of disdain. His companions command to 'put some clothes on' was met with a near blank stare. Tobias blinking in clear confusion before his gaze shifted slowly downward to his singlet shirt and jeans. The boy distinctly sure he was wearing clothes. Perhaps he wasn't. Perhaps these were not clothes. Perhaps he had been wrong all this time. That very contemplation seemed to render the man silent for several moments, his features frowning in consideration and clear frustration in turn as his thoughts attempted to comprehend that complex association and veritable conundrum Tetradore had, unknowingly, presented him with. The dark eyes of the young man so at last glancing up to his beloved companion, his fingers plucking at that singlet.
Whether or not that sentence was a statement or a question remained to be seen. The deviant content to continue to stare at his companion in a fashion near unblinking for several moments longer before his attention so at last deviated back to Mira as she seemed to take amusement in his and Tetradore's predicament. Her amusement all but lost upon the shaggy haired man as Tetradore insisted he only needed a few minutes before sliding from that bed and making his way toward the bathroom. The fashion in which Mira's gaze seemed to linger upon the panther was hardly missed, Tobias' features frowning nce more in clear...confusion at that very gesture and yet, for now, the deviant so hardly seemed to fixate upon it. That offered treat far more inclined to hold his attention as Mira tossed it towards him, Tobias reaching to catch it neatly, those cat-like reflexes so hardly failing him. The Leopard was quick to place that entire treat within his mouth, paper and all, the idea that it should be unwrapped so hardly having occurred to him. The boy hardly seemed to mind as he chewed in turn. Mira insisting there were more to be had- at the price of a sweater.
How quickly those dark eyes narrowed. Tobias well aware of that game of deal making. How he adored deals! When he was in control of them. The man seemed to debate how willing he was to play that very game at the price of a sweater. Tetradore's voice near erupted from that bathroom then, Tobias allowing a low growl to rise within his throat at the Alpha's command of putting on 'real' clothes with 'sleeves' that combined efforts of both Mira and his beloved companion, for today, seeming....too much for the deviant to rise agianst.
That irritated mutter was offered grumpily then as the boy all but moved to stamp from that room. Tobias disappeared for several moments before returning with several sweaters within his arms, that pile dumped at Mira's feet. This, apparently, the deviants efforts to show Mira 'what he had'. Those sweaters were in remarkably good condition- if only from lack of use. Tobias so rarely consenting to wearing those articles of clothing and yet his desire for more of those treats and too- to reach that festival so overruled his usual argument on layers. The emergence of Tetradore from that bathroom so readily saw his dark gaze shift toward his companion once more as Mira perused those sweaters. The deviant delighted to see his companion dressed and ready to leave, his own hands reached out for that sweater Mira had chosen then. The deviant so desiring to....be like his pack mates. Both of them wore sweaters. Tobias assured that, perhaps, he might be permitted to do so as well. For today only. That sweater was at last pulled on, Tobias holding out his hand obediently for that treat then. Task and reward, after all, were familiar concepts to the man. The leopard clearly anticipating another treat. Tobias having consumed the last, paper and all. That treat no sooner placed within his hand then that ready grin found his lips, flashed towards Mira then, before his gaze shifted to Tetradore once more.
"Mira.....looks at your...ass....when you walk."
How innocently that sentence was offered. Tobias, seemingly, holding little knowledge of that very sentence and yet how readily that grin tugged sneakily at his lips all the same. Whether or not the boy was aware of the cheek of his comment remaining to be seen as he abruptly reached for Tetradore's ability for teleportation. Tobias disappeared from that room only to appear at the entrance of the ark.
"Teeeetra! Miiiiiiira! It is...time to.....go now."