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 March 31, 2022 by Tobias

It was frustration at himself. At his own lack of words. At the inability of his mind to grasp hold of those things he wished to convey as Harley posed that all too pignot question in regards to Tetradore himself. Did he use his power on Tetradore. No. That singular word was snapped abruptly from the deviants lips with utter conviction and assurance and yet any attempts to explain why he believed that very thing so wholeheartedly was met with little more than stuttered words and sparks of irritation that ignited, albeit briefly, at Harley herself. The young woman an unfortunate target for those momentary flames and yet, like the Leopards own chaotic resolve, that rage seemed to die down as quickly as it had flared. Ceasing to exist with abruptness. The boy's moods, after all, so hardly ever lasted. His mind simply did not work in such a fashion. Tobias was capable of existing only within the present. Within the moment. He had been angry, frustrated, irritated- now he was not. Harley would not ask difficult questions anymore. He had told her. There was no need for anger any longer. His features softened abruptly to a smooth serenity once more. That new question Harley posed was somehow....more agreeable to the deviants mind, That query on whether or not his beloved Alpha was like Risque seemed far more....logical to his thought process. This, it seemed, an answer the deviant knew and oh- how he relished in answers he knew. No. That singular word uttered once more and yet, this time, it held a different sort of conviction. One that seemed to prompt a further tilt of his head as those thoughts, or fractured fragments of memory- whatever persisted within his mind- so managed to knit together. Harley, this time, offered a singular command that left no room for argument. The Beta, after all, was used to being obeyed. His words were direct, clear, without confusion. Tobias abruptly turned on his heel to stride from the balcony. Harley momentarily left alone on its vast expanse with the Ark bustling below.

The lanky Leopard so hardly seemed to disappear for long. Tobias striding into the depths of his bedroom only to stride back to Harley once more. A battered, burned book clutched closely to his chest. Its cover was as singed and worn as its pages. Tobias' long limbs folded abruptly beneath him. The boy sitting cross-legged upon the floor before demanding Harley mimic that position. The violet-eyed woman's insistence that he was bossy was merely met with a blank stare, his own dark eyes blinking as if attempting to deduce whether or not that was the end of her sentence. Tobias, it seemed, wholly used to being afforded that description of bossy. The Beta was distinctly unsurprised in any sense. Yes. Bossy. Always bossy. He knew. The young woman's own legs folded a moment later, Halrey lowering herself to the floor until she sat opposite him. The pair appeared distinctly child-like in that moment as Tobias, with the utmost gentleness, placed that battered, treasured book carefully upon the ground. His long fingers extended forward, that cover opened tenderly to reveal a single, singed, crumpled photograph within that album. Its edges burned. Its image faded and yet clear. That picture portrayed two children, no older than ten, their arms around one another- each boy grinning ear to ear in clear delight. How much younger they were, how much smaller. Tetradore, in those early days, was taller than Tobias. Those two boys were unmistakable even though they had long since grown. Tetra and Tobi.

Those very words were muttered from the deviant's lip as he pointed to each boy in turn. A moment of silence settling upon the pair once more as Harley stared at that photograph in a way so many often seemed to do. There were many, after all, who struggled to believe those smiling children were the men they had grown to be and yet- Tobias made no effort to interrupt that moment. The shaggy-haired man so simply seemed to....wait, though for what remained to be seen. That silence persisted several more moments before his lips parted once more. His fractured, garbled words rose softly within that space to insist that Tetradore was his brother. His best friend. Tetradore was not like Risque. No. Never. Tetradore was.....his entire world. He would never leave him. They would never leave one another. Toias knew. Yes. He knew.

The Wereleopard was, in that moment, so seemingly oblivious to the faint smile that had found Harley's own lips. His mind, after all, so hardly made any connection between the emotion he had stirred within her or the very profoundness of his own honestly spoken words. Such things, after all, simply did not persist within his thoughts. Tobias, instead, softly uttered the cause for that devastation. Risque. Dead. All Dead. Risque. How those very words seemed to twist within his thoughts. Uttered one after the other. Inexplicably connected. Always. Risque. Dead. All dead. That smile was quick to fall from Harley's features, her jaw setting as her violet gaze met the fathomless dark of Tobias' own one more. His words implied a question. Tobias had learned some years ago to understand that shift in tone at the end of a word that so often seemed to suggest there was more to be said. A question. Even if not direct.

"Nadya is....sister. Tetra and Tobi and....Nadya and....Mother and....Father and pack."

Tobias nodded solemnly- the boy making a distinct effort to describe his family- and their pack, or what they had once been. Whatever else the deviant might have been inclined to say was all but halted as Harley uttered Risque's name, that query of 'how' followed by a distinct and forceful 'fuck'. That singular word seemed to prompt a sudden bark of laughter from the gangly man. That hound a hissing, bizarre mimic of a real laugh and yet an effort all the same.

"Fuck is....Tetra's most....favourite word. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

That profanity fell readily from his lips. That amusement seemed to fade as quickly as it had appeared. The smile falling from his features. Tobias left staring at Harley once more near blankly- as if waiting to be afforded some further comment. One that, perhaps fortunately, was offered a moment later. When. Tobias hand reached to point toward that picture then- as if this alone so answered that query and the multitude of others within Harley's thoughts.

"When Tetra and Tobi....small. Dark and....night and....Risky and....Dar-cee make pack....dead. House....burned and Mother....and Father burned....in house. Nadya run....away and Tobi.....run away but Tobi....."

His features frowned once more, contorting into a look of disdain, those words becoming a distinct struggle all over again as if that effort of recalling that evening from the charred remains of his own thoughts was difficult in turn.

"I....Tobi....I.....come back for....Tetra. Mother said....my job is to....protect....Tetra. Yes. I...came back but......Risky take....Tetra away. I follow......dark and light and dark and light and dark and light and dark and light.....I follow....for always....till I find...my Tetra...again."

Tobias paused once more, his gaze meeting Harley's own again in some effort to perceive whether or not she understood those words. Simplistic and yet....telling as they were. He had come back for Tetradore- only to find him gone. Taken. The mere child of barely eight years old had followed after Tetradore and Darcy and Risque for.....years. Tobias' ability to perceive time so drastically limited. The man capable only of describing that change in light over and over. Day after day. Until he had found his best friend again.

"Tetra....tall when I find again but then....Risky make....Tobi stay in Syn too. Tetra....always....protect Tobi even when....Risky hurt him. I bite...Risky....for Tetra."

Tobias nodded once more. The boy seemed to change from first to third person as he spoke, his mind struggling to comprehend past and present- or so it would seem and yet that story remained surely clear. Yet another silence so seeming to settle over the pair again. One broken only by Harley's soft admittance that they were lucky to have one another. A sentiment so veritably lost upon the boy as he merely stared towards his unlikely companion. Those words, so evidently, not within his vocabulary. Harley leaned forward then, her thoughts kept entirely to herself before she gestured to that photograph once more, a smirk finding her features as she insisted Tobias was taller now then in the photograph.

"I am....the most tall."

At well over six foot three Tobias was nothing if not a veritable giant. The deviant long since having over taken his beloved companion. This very notion seemed to prompt a toothy grin to his features before his features, once more, returned abruptly (and creepily) back toward a veritably blank stare. His gaze met Harley's own again.

"I will...probably....reach the...roof soon."

That Tobias believed he was still growing was evidently clear. His ability to measure time, after all, was so directly related to his height. He was short and now he was tall. It went from day to night to day to night. They went together. He knew. He was certain. The deviant oblivious to the curiosity of that statement before his words reached Harley again.

"It is...your turn to do....a trick."

That near blank look on Harley's face seemed only to prompt a frown to Tobias' own. The boy gestured toward the balcony rail.

"I do trick....on them. Now you...do trick."

That the deviant so clearly wanted to see one of Harley's powers was surely evident.