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 26, 2022 by Tobias

Tobias' dark gaze remained fixated upon the young woman. His leopard ears lay back agianst his head- burying themselves within his locks of dark hair while his tail continued to lash in a display of ready discontent at her suggestion that she took interest in his animalistic appendages. Appendages she could not have and yet clearly desired. Tobias, in that moment, was content to declare she could not and would not possess them. They were his and his alone. The near baffled look upon Harley's features did little to ease the clear and continued scowl upon the young man's own features. Whether the boy was merely possessive of his belongings or indeed- some deeper trauma from that time spent within Syn still existed remained to be seen. Tobias, in this, was unwavering. Harley could not have his beloved tail- or his ears. The dark-haired woman's near blunt assertion that she did not want his ears or tail when she had her own so hardly seemed to improve that situation. Her veritable question was met only with further, intense staring. Tobias once more ceasing to blink as his gaze near bore into the striking violet of Harley's own. That silent battle holding within it an undercurrent of...dominance. Harley, perhaps wisely, seemed to choose to back down and away from that argument. Her sarcastic words instead offered the suggestion she was simply looking for Polo. How far over Tobias' head such a joke had gone. The deviant, as he often did, took those words in an entirely literal sense as his features softened into something almost...warily curious. Harley's want for his tail so apparently forgotten as quickly as it had been decided as his own affinity silently extended to sweep that ship in a manner of seconds. There was no Polo here. None. In fact- Polo did not exist at all. Polo was nothing.

Tobias allowed one hand to lift, his wrist twisting, his fingers grasping over and over at nothing in some effort to prompt Harley to better understand his words. Polo was.....nothing. Polo did not exist. Her time was wasted in her search for him. That near blank look upon the woman's features hardly seemed to lessen as Harley made an almost admirable effort to solve the puzzle before her. The woman seemed to query whether or not Polo was.....bad at charades. How readily Tobias' features became positively stormy once more! The boy all but glaring towards her then as his lip lifted ever so slightly in the beginnings of a snarl to reveal a sharpened fang entirely (and eerily) reminiscent of a vampire.


One hand balled into a fist, Tobias slamming that diving board beside him as those words were shouted toward Harley with a clear and sudden fury. The deviants' frustration at both Harley (and himself) distinctly clear before his arms abruptly folded over his chest with a distinct huff that was a near perfect imitation of Tetradore in his beloved Alpha's own moments of frequent irritability with those around him. Harley's hands were shoved into her own pockets, the woman, it seemed, having decided to take her leave. Tobias, in turn, made no effort to stop her as she did. The boy instead was content to continue to mutter to himself in a series of intangible sentences. His intrigue in Harley was all but forgotten. She was allowed upon that ship, after all. He had no need to stop her. She could do as she liked. It was several long moments later before Tobias lept abruptly from that diving board to land by the side of the pool. His clawed, bare feet were almost silent as he walked deliberately along the edge, his gaze fixated upon the water below as he barged right past the unfortunate Harley. Her existence is apparently a dubious thing in every sense. His pause was abrupt. The boy suddenly crouched down by the pool's edge to stare more closely at the tiles that made up its surface. One finger was extended, a single claw unsheathed, Tobias abruptly taping that tile as his ears pricked forward in response to the sound. The man was seemingly....fascinated with this task. His head turned abruptly, his gaze finding Harley once more as if seeming to remember her existence only long enough to query what the tile was made of. This, somehow, was important.

Harley shifted forward then, her own gaze eyeing the tile in question only to declare that it was, probably, ceramic. How readily this information seemed to bring a look of wonder to Tobias' features- a look that was decidedly short lived and yet there all the same as he continued to tap at that tile. The subtle sound was wholly satisfying to him.

"Ce....Ce....Ceramic. Ceramic. Ceramic."

That word tripped and caught on his tongue before the deviant repeated it over and over as if committing it to memory. The man was so apparently satisfied in this vocal repetition- before abruptly querying whether or not Risque had sent Harley here. The WereLeopard, all along, it seemed, distinctly aware of that scent of Syn and Risque that clung to Harley like a subtle perfume. Tobias, after all, was so often aware of far more than any being gaze him credit for. Harleys abrupt 'fuck no' seemed to prompt his dar gaze towards her again. The use of that profanity seemed to prompt some small measure of delight as his lips pulled upward into a grin. That lasted for all of two seconds before ceasing to exist with the same suddenness. He never had been good at smiling. Harley spoke again then. The woman forged onward before taking a single, steadying breath- only to offer more words that his mind was quick to attempt to puzzle out. His finger continued to tap at that single tile, that action near subconscious as Harley crouched down beside him. The both of them level in that moment as she asked after Risque and Darcy and Syn. Forbidden words. Words Tetradore had insisted he was never to mention in detail to anyone outside of one another and those within Syn itself and yet- the scent of Syn clung to Harley. He could smell it on her, around her, agianst her. That scent all but tattooed upon the Leopards mind- or what remained of it. How did he escape? He understood that question. Amongst her tangle of words his mind still struggled to perceive. That taping of his tile stopped, a silence of sorts passing between the unlikely pair as his dark gaze met the violet of her own- his head abruptly shaking.


That confusion was clear upon the woman's features once more and yet- this time- her lack of understanding so hardly seemed to prompt the same rage within the boy. No. No. This time it was...different. Yes. How little he understood of emotion beyond its existence and yet- for such a creature as Tobias its existence was all he needed to accept it. Syn and Risque and Darcy were connected to....emotion. He had seen it. In Tetradore. In himself. Again and again. Even if he did not understand it beyond it most basal forms. That, perhaps, prompted a patience of sorts within the man that had not existed before. One that prompted him to rise abruptly now. Tobias, at full height, standing well over six foot, all but towered the young woman now as he abruptly turned- that leopard tail and ears fading in the same moment to return him to his entirely human form.


His hand waved, gesturing for Harley to follow as he began to stride across that ship with his impossibly wide gait. Tobias moved to lead the way into the Ark. The boy navigates its hallways with effortless ease. A goal so clearly in mind as they moved between doors and corridors. The boy abruptly halted outside one particular bedroom.


That Harley was to wait outside that room- and quietly, was surely clear as Tobias moved to gently open the door of Tetradore's bedroom. The Nightshade Alpha, still fast asleep, hardly stirred as Tobias slipped silently into that bedroom the pair often shared. Harley left within the doorway. Tobias' bare feet crossed that room silently. The deviant reached for a fallen blanket that had toppled from the bed before gently, quietly, laying it back across his sleeping companion's figure. That sudden return to warmth seemed to prompt the Alpha to automatically snuggle further within that bed before Tobias quietly slid from that room once more. The door closed behind him. The boy so simply and yet so clearly.....checking on his companion. Assuring himself of tetradroe's well being with a distinct....care and compassion so many believed him incapable of. With that singular task complete however Tobias led the way from those private quarters and onto the platform where his and Tetraedore's thrones resided. The pair, most nights,, given to watch those fights from their balcony above. One that provided a view of the entire Ark. That night was still young. The crowds were only just beginning to arrive and the staff set up the rings for the fights of the evening and the bar was beginning to flow. Tobias moved to lean on that railing, his dark gaze sweeping over the gathered crowds below.

"Like....Syn. Lots of....people."

He paused once more, if only to assure Harley understood that suggestion. The Ark, right now, was like Syn. Crowded and becoming more so. Tobias' dark gaze continued to rove over that crowd below before he moved to point to a group of five. An Alpha with his pack. All in human form, all seated at a ringside table. The Alpha spoke easily, going over that plan for the group battles tonight as his pack nodded along readily, eagerly. Each of them looked nothing if not keen. Each listening with rapt attention.


Tobias' pointed directly toward that Alpha then as he gave his commands. That comparison surely was not lost upon Harley as Tobias' hand merely waved lightly once more. That gesture unleashed a sudden and undeniable sensation of power. A power that slammed into each of those four pack members below. That reaction was near instantaneous. Their very faces seemed to change, to contrast. The Alpha, untouched by that power, seemed to pause in his speech- only for his Beta to launch at him in a rage. The Alpha's command to stop was entirely unheeded as both men crashed to the ground, those remaining pack members turning upon each other in wild fury. All sense of order, of control, of....logic seemed to have fled their minds as their shouts rose above the crowd- the majority of the Ark turning to eye that spectacle. That, it seemed, was all Tobias needed as another wave of power emanated from his figure- spreading, seeping, growing rapidly as his dark gaze rolled back to Harley once more.

"Risky...likes....control. Tobi likes....chaos. Hard to control....chaos."

His features seemed to spread into a near....maniacal grin then, his gave once more unblinking as it hardly left her own and yet below them the Ark was rapidly descending into chaos as Tobias so effortlessly began to ensnare every single being below within the grips of his affinity. As if the dysfunction of his own mind was a virus, a disease of the most contagious kind as each and every being below them began to fall to it. They turned upon one another, no alpha amongst them capable of issuing a command, several of those beings turned upon themselves, they ran into walls, they ran in circles, they screamed at things only they could see. One lone man began to dance as chaos and disorder spread. Their minds so easily fell apart piece by piece as if allured ino Tobias' own world. A world where any effort at control was almost futile. Where commands meant nothing- one that ended with the snap of his fingers. Each and every one of those beings below abruptly seemed to pause before looking around in confusion. Each being baffled as to what had just gone on as their senses returned. As order returned. Tobias' gaze shifted lazily to look at the people below before returning to Harley once more. That strange grin was absent again as his shoulders merely shrugged.

"Risky....does not.....like Tobias. Risky say....do and do and do. Tobias say....no....and no and no. I...make.....them say....no too. I make Syn.....say no."