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 August 16, 2021 by Tobias
West



Tobias worked with diligence. The young man nothing if not utterly focused upon his task in the quiet of Tetradore's office. Even his beloved companion, in those few moments, was all but ignored as he looked over those accounts at his desk. Tobias, in typical fashion, had seated himself underneath his Alpha's desk. The lanky deviant, cross legged, was near oblivious to anything around him as his lips parted to mutter several intelligible words. Who or what he was talking to so remained to be seen. Tobias, instead, was wholly determined to finish that task he had set himself. Rows upon rows of paper balls lay before the WereLeopard. Each small piece of paper scrunched into a perfect ball and positioned just so. Those lines of paper balls so seeming to create a series of intricate patterns across the floor in front of the lank deviant and yet just what the purpose of those balls was remains to be seen. Tobias' right hand reached for the waste paper basket beneath the desk. The boy plucked another sheet of paper from within it only to begin to tear it into small pieces. The boy, once more, began to create several more paper balls. Tetradore had ceased to question that activity. His companion having relented to, occasionally, putting another sheet of paper in that bin if only to keep Tobias wholly satisfied. Each man was content to work in companionable silence even if, perhaps, Tobias' 'work' was not so necessary as his Alpha's own.

Those little paper balls were placed with due care, Tobias' dark gaze continuing to focus upon them and the strange, curving patterns he seemed to be crafting as the night wore onward. There had been few fights tonight. This evening a chance for all their staff to catch up on the work that needed doing. Paperwork, stock take, cleaning, organising. All things, Tobias was certain, that held no interest to him and yet Tetradore seemed determined to fixate on them. Tobias, in turn, was content to simply keep his best friend company. The lanky deviant assured that his work was of equal importance. Several more of those paper balls were lined before a fourth, scrunched with considerable care, was placed up and on Tetradore's desk. Tobias' hand content to appear from beneath that table to place that ball before disappearing back beneath the desk.

"That one is....for you."

Those stuttered words managed to part his lips. Tetradore's green gaze glanced downward, meeting the dark hue of Tobias own momentarily before uttering that 'thanks' and returning to his papers. Seemingly satisfied, the lanky deviant returned to his own work for another half hour- until Tetradore turned off that desk lamp with the insistence he was done for the night. Tobias' gaze swept over his own creation once more before, slowly, the overly tall young man made every effort to climb out from beneath that desk without trampling his patterns. It took barely a moment for Tobias to pull himself to his feet, both men wandering from the study and back towards Tetradore's room. His companions' insistence he was going to shower was quick to bring a scowl to Tobias' features. Several more words of muttered disdain managed to break free of the deviants lips before Tobias abruptly headed for his own room. His mind, just as always, was utterly...incapable of understanding his companions desire to shower in any sense. Even the thought of that water was enough to cause Tobias' features to wrinkle in discord. The young man, instead, making his way toward that nursery in search of his wife and son.

Tobias' hand pressed upon that nursery door, the sound of Raven's humming so readily drawing his dark gaze toward mother and child. Rhett's excited giggle's prompted his head to tilt, that look wholly curious. Tobias, after all, so often seemed distinctly...fascinated by the sounds Rhett was capable of making. Raven's insistence that their son was supposed to be sleeping, however, so hardly seemed to concern the man in any sense. Tobias' ability to tell time, after all, was distinctly non-existent. He understood only that simple notion that when it was dark, the Ark was active. When it was light, the Ark was quiet. Tobias himself was prone to sleep anywhere and everywhere, whenever that mood should strike him. That feline part of himself, after all, was distinctly good at finding the warmest or sunniest place to sleep. Tetradore and himself, after all, were often content to take on their animal forms and climb to the flattened roof of the upper deck. Both men inclined to sleep, side by side as leopard and panther, for hours on end- as long as that sun prevailed. Why Rhett should sleep now Tobias hardly knew. He could, surely, sleep whenever he wanted. Just as Tobias did.

"It is....not.....sleep time."

Tobias' head nodded with assurance as he informed Raven of that very thing. Tobias was certain he was right. Rhett, he was sure, agreed with him in turn. That sudden, near abrupt change came over the young man then- Tobias abruptly shifting to his animal form. The man was replaced with a Leopard as Tobias bounded forward and onto that rug in the middle of the room. How he adored that rug. Tobias' claws easily dug into those fibres. The boy raking them back and forth in a fashion cats only seemed capable of. The sound of those fibres breaking echoed through the room, attracting Rhett's attention. The infant seemed to eye his father curiously before Tobias dropped into a sudden play bow of sorts. His body tensed, his ears folded backward. His gaze momentarily widening as if he saw something of great interest- before the leopard so suddenly exploded in a veritable sprint of madness around that rug in sheer delight at the feeling of it beneath his paws. That moment of madness seemed to delight Rhett all the more. The small boy squealed in delight as Tobias raced around on that rug. Tobias, clearly, was not an advocate of sleep.



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