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

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


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

we don't fight fair

Posted on January 15, 2022 by Tobias

Tobias' single, sharp shout seemed to attract that young woman's attention as Harley whirled in place to find the source of the sound. Tobias, in all his half-animalistic glory, proceeded to sit upright and distinctly more human-like atop that diving board as his bare, clawed feet dangled almost childishly from the board's edge. His feet swung back and forth with a decidedly falsified glee that was far more an attempt to mimic the behaviours of those around him rather than any true expression of the deviants mood. Tobias, after all, was a masterful mimic. His near each and every action so having been witnessed and pilfered from another at some point until those tendrils and fringes and scraps of personalities he had stolen had been pressed and glued and stitched together to form the shaggy-haired deviant and whatever his 'temperment' might best be described as. Harley's presence seemed to prompt little more than a narrowing of the Beta's fathomless dark gaze. Her blatant staring at his partially shifted figure was all but ignored. Staring, after all, meant nothing to the boy. It merely displayed her focus upon him. Tobias, in turn, content to stare right back. The younger man distinctly forgetting to blink for several far-too-long moments. That instinctive blink of Harley's own gae prompting a mimic of that very action from Tobias in turn. The deviant seemingly content to enter into this sudden staring contest. Any sense of her amusement was all but lost upon him tonight. Amusement, after all, so often was when it came to the WereLeopard. Harley's mirth all but lost in the veritable abyss of what fractured remnants remained of the boy's mind- at least until Harley settled a single, defiant hand upon her hip. That gesture abruptly coaxed an almost curious look from the man.

That hand on hip motion was....unfamiliar. One he had rarely seen. At least not within the walls of the Ark or from his favoured companion. Any effort to deduce its meaning was so momentarily waylaid by Harley's words. The young woman's speech came in a veritable rush, his mind struggling to seize each of those offered words and attempt to process them into some modicum of understanding. He understood several of those phrases, along with that implied question if only for the shift in tone of Harley's voice and that look near expectant upon her features. His ears and tail. She asked about his ears and tail. That very mention of his beloved tail seemed to prompt the deviant to reach outward, scooping up part of that terribly long, fluffy appendage- his fingers running through that golden fur with clear delight. The faintest hint of satisfaction tugging at his own lips.

"Tail is....my favourite."

That this was not an answer to her question remained to be seen. Tobias, to his mind at least, had satisfactorily answered whatever her query had been. She had mentioned his tail, he had mentioned his tail. The tail had therefore been discussed. Tobias, in turn, seemed to delight in showing off that favoured feature. The boy oblivious to the plethora of thought that turned within Harley's own mind or indeed- that he was the very subject of her investigation tonight. The young, dark haired woman's sudden insistence that the tail would not suit her so much as the ears earned her a ready frown once more. Those ears in questions flattened agianst Tobias' head, his tail lashing free of his hands as he offered his companion a decidedly dark look.

"You cannot....have them."

He had understood her expression of desire (sort of), the very idea that Harley wanted to steal his beautiful tail seemed to settle in the forefront of his mind as he insisted she could not have them. His words, as always, were halted, garbled, each syllable a clear struggle. A faint, cool evening breeze blew across that deck, tangling within Tobias shaggy hair. Those dark locks tumbling into his gaze. How desperately in need of a haircut he was and yet- how few were willing to attempt to try. Tetradore alone perhaps the only being he might permit to approach him with a pair of scissors. His alpha, in turn, perhaps the one being who hardly cared to enforce any standard for hair. Harley's insistence that he relax, along with that notion that 'Marco' was not a name, but a game, so hardly seemed to prompt any ease of that scowl upon the boy's features. Her words earned her a snort of derision-before, perhaps wisely, the woman made every effort to move on from that topic. Harley instead commented on her intention to simply tour that ship- and find polo. That sarcasm was all but utterly lost upon the deviant. Tobias, after all, tended to take all things in a wholly literal sense. Her words coaxed a shake of the deviants head.

"Polo does...not.....live here."

Tobias knew each member of the pack, he knew their regulars, he knew those fishermen who docked each morning to unload their catch. He knew far more than most so ever gave him credit for- just as he knew no one named Polo lived or resided within the Ark. No. No Polo. Not here. There was none better than Tobias, after all, for finding anything or anyone. His own abilities so instantly assuring him of the lack of Polo in any fashion. Polo did not....exist. Not anywhere. Tobias' head tilted sideways in a gesture near endearing, his mind attempting to puzzle out what his abilities assured him of before one hand simply raised, the boy twirling his fingers within the empty, open night air.

"Polo is....like....this."

His clawed fingers so simply continued to twist within the air, moving through nothing, grasping nothing, holding nothing, touching nothing. That representation of nothingness strikingly clear. At least to Tobias. Whether or not Harley would perceive that truly bizarre gesture however remained to be seen. The fashion in which the woman turned abruptly upon her heels to begin marching away was...unexpected and yet, for now at least, Tobias was simply content to watch her go. She was Tetradore's belonging, after all, she was allowed upon that ship. Tobias made no effort to stop her as his dark gaze simply watched her go. His long limbs seemed to wave within the air for several more moments, his lips parting to utter several, persistent mutterings to himself. Words of intangible and nonsensical notion. The deviant was content to continue with those mutterings, Harley seemingly forgotten before Tobias moved to leap abruptly from that diving board. The WereLeopard landed effortlessly upon his bare feet upon the side of the pool- only to begin to walk along the very edge of it, his gaze cast downward as if intently searching that water for something. That pacing along the pool's edge continued, Tobias passing right by Harley before suddenly halting- his dark gaze fixating- the lanky deviant abruptly crouching down by the pool's edge. One finger extended, a single claw unsheathed from that place where his fingernail should have been- only for his claw to tap at one of the pool tiles just above the water line. That tapping sound prompted the ears atop his head to prick with the sound. Tobias abruptly turned to face Harley. His expressionless features met her own. His dark gaze found the violet of hers.

"What is....is made....of?"

Tobias tapped tha pool tile again- as if to assure Harley understood that question he was asking. Tobias seemingly demanded to know what pool tile was made off. Harley, it seemed, the very sort of being he had decided would know the answer to that question. His gaze lingered upon her for several more long moments before turning back to peer within that water again. A soft, prolonged silence existed between the curious pair. One broken only by the tapping of Tobias' claw on that tile. At least until his fractured words abruptly broke the night air once more.

"Did....Risky....send you here?"