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.
There was a sweet satisfaction to that taste of blood upon his lips. The slick sensation of that heated liquid seemed only to further satisfy the predatory leopard as the first of his victims fell motionless to the floor. Tobias, in those moments, remained near hyper-aware of his favoured companion. Each of Tetradore's movements was felt in some fashion. The lanky Leopard was aware of each paw-strike agianst the cement and each lunge of his Alpha's jaws. The pair, after all, had hunted together for so terribly long that the bond between them became as effortless as the beat of a heart in those heated moments. The golden gaze of the leopard shifted briefly upward as Tetradore 'treed' one of those Hunters. A morsel for later. Tobias was so innately aware of his companions intentions before the panther plunged back to the warehouse floor below and sought his next victim. Tobias, in turn, allowed his gaze to shift to his own final target. The roar that erupted from his jaws seemed to echo within that space. Somewhere, within the back of his mind, Mira's own voice managed to permeate that thickened blanket of animalistic desire. Her assurance that she had Maeve, that the girl was safe, registering on some level for the spotted deviant and yet those thoughts were near fleeting. Tobias, instead, far more intrigued with disposing of the man that stood in his way.
Each muscle coiled tightly before releasing with a sudden surge, the leopard scent racing across the floor and toward his final target. If that Hunter had intended on fighting him the man had been quick to abandon his plans. The sight of the lunging big cat seeming to all but paralyse the unfortunate being as Tobias lunged forward. The sheer weight and size of the animal bringing the man crashing to the ground before Tobias' fangs parted flesh and sinew. The crack of bone echoed across that floor once more. The Hunter's neck and spine shattered between the Leopard's jaws as Tobias' tail lashed at his sides. That adrenaline still burned hotly. His system continuing to remain in overdrive. The sudden sound of a gun firing prompted a violet hiss from the spotted felines jaws. Those shots fired wide and yet Tobias was quick to lower himself to the ground all the same. This, it seemed, hardly the first time anyone had decided to shoot at the lanky deviant. Instinct alone commanding the Leopard to duck to avoid those strikes. The brief, fleeting flicker of pain within that bond assuring him Tetradore had been grazed by at least one of those shoots.That notion only prompted another hiss of disdain from the golden cat. To protect his favoured companion, after all, was the very job Tobias most excelled at. Yet- how very aware he was of Tetradore's ability to dispatch that shooter alone. Tobias, for now, content to merely linger, his golden eyes ever watchful as he all but drank in that carnage Tetra delivered. The shooter dispatched with relative ease.
The sudden chuff from Tetradore's lips readily prompted Tobias to rise from his crouched position nearby. Both golden ears flicked forward in a clear curiosity and ready attention of the command to be given. Tetradore's emerald eyes slid upward. Tobias inclined to obediently shift his gaze to follow his partner's own. A final Hunter. Stored within the rafters. A near rumble of satisfaction all but purred within the leopard's throat as Tetradore teleported upward to begin to prowl toward their final victim, the reverberating growl in the Panther's throat so prompting one from Tobias' own as the leopard began to circle below the pair like a shark awaiting that final taste of blood. How little humanity existed between the pair any longer and yet- how little, it seemed, either was prone to care. The sudden frantic leap from the hunter was nothing short of unexpected. The man all but jumping to his own death. His efforts to flee Tetradore resulting in that shattering of bone on the cement below and Tobias' over-eager jaws. The unfortunate Hunter had no sooner struck that ground then the Leopard was upon him. The fresh scent of blood was quick to spill out onto that floor. The Hunter's death all but instantaneous and yet- Tobias was so hardly done with this body.
The Leopard's muzzle lifted briefly from the dead Hunter, a chuff leaving his own lips, calling Tetradore downward to join him before Tobias settled upon his hunaches at the right leg of the man. It was hardly difficult to shred tht clothing, Tobias biting eagerly into the flesh that lay beneath. The Leopard, in that moment, content to do as instinct alone demanded. He was hungry. There was no need, surely, to waste such a meal as this. That first chunk of flesh was swallowed eagerly, Tobias returning to tear another bloodied piece of that leg free as Tetradore landed beside him. His Alpha's presence momentarily prompted a brief flattening of the Leopard's ears as his tail lashed. Invited or not- Tobias sought that leg for himself. A low growl rose within his own throat. Competition between the pair for those best parts was hardly uncommon. Tetradore's responding growl momentarily seemed to prompt a near indecision in the Leopard before Tobias, at least, remained content to yield that body to the more dominant Alpha. Tobias' tail lashed once more, the Leopard stepping away from that meal to circle wide and around his companion. His own bloodied paws left prints upon the ground as Tetradore settled at his own chosen place to feed. Tobias, respectfully, waiting those few extra moments for the Panthers body language to shift just so- permitting that return.
The lanky Leopard moved silently back to that body before settling beside Tetradore once more, his side resting agianst the Panthers own, the Alpha and Beta wholly content to feed together as they so often did. After all, it was their right alone to have the best parts of any kill. Neither man, it seemed, having considered the Fae child that Mira so dutifully attempted to shield from the sight.
"I don't suffer from my insanity. I enjoy every moment of it.