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 May 08, 2022 by Tobias

Tobias gaze lingered upon Harley's own. The fathomless dark of his eyes so readily meeting her bright violet- the boy seeking to assure she had understood his words, garbled and halting though that often were. His eyes so hardly blinked, that stare potent, direct and entirely unyielding until the woman nodded her assurance that she had, indeed, understood just what he was trying to say. Tobias so having learned over the years that not all beings were like Tetradore. Not all beings understood him flawlessly. The Leopard, somehow, having learned to wait for some sort of confirmation from those around him before he continued. Tobias, in that moment, wholly oblivious to the emotions that turned with turmoil within his companion or the way his very words had struck at Harley's heart. Tobias, after all, was so hardly an emotional being. No. No. He simply....spoke as it was. An unfiltered, raw truth. The boy oblivious,perhaps, to the true potency of his brutal honesty- or the effect it held upon Harley in that moment.

Tobias spoke near reverently of tetradore. His beloved brother and most treasured friend. To Tobias, after all, Tetradore could simply do no wrong. The other man a veritable hero of sorts to the lanky deviant. The single and only being,perhaps, to whom the shaggy-haired miscreant remained eternally and unfailingly loyal. The leopard bluntly insisted he had bitten Risque for Tetradore. That very act so having become near legendary both inside and out of Syn itself. To bite the hand that fed, after all, was a veritable cardinal rule not to break. Risque so hardly the sort of being to allow a transgression of that order without punishment. Tobias, even now, inclined to near....flinch at those snapshots of memory that flickered within his mind attempting to find purchase. Harley's question on why he had bitten, on what had happened, so readily prompted his features to scowl in some effort to filter that memory out from the conclave of images that filtered behind his eyes in no real order. Time, after all, so barely existed for the deviant.

"Risky....was.....hurting Tetra. Mad at....Tetra because he not....do what.....she wanted. Tobi was....near wall with...chain..."

Tobias' hands lifted upward, the boy gesturing to his neck and towards the nearest wall in some effort to describe the fashion in which he had been chained to the wall within Risques office. His hands moved to encircle his own neck in the shape of a collar, his gaze once more meeting Harley's own to assure she understood before his hand slowered again,one finger idly beginning to trace the ground in front of him,his gaze fixated upon those invisible lines he drew as he continued in that same halting speech.

"Tetra...getting hurt.....Tobi could not....get off...chain so.....I.....break...chain with....teeth."

Tobias' head lifted abruptly, the boys lips pulled back from his teeth- those human teeth abruptly shifting to leopard fangs before reverting back to human form within a manner of moments if only to prove his point and yet- even leopard teeth should so hardly have been able to break the chains of Syn. The lanky deviant made no effort to describe one of his other more peculiar talents. That gift for biting one known by only a precious few.

"Risky....not see....me coming.....Tobi.....jump...Risky turned and put up...her arm....and I....bite her....hand."

That Tobias had come from behind was perhaps bold within itself. The vampire Queen so hardly having anticipated the Leopard was capable of freeing himself and yet those vampiric reflexes had seen her turn just in time to prevent the feline from launching that rear assault. Tobias connecting instead with the hand she had raised to defend herself.

"Blood and blood and blood.....mine and....hers. Then....Risky hurt.....Tobi but.....not Tetra."

Tobias' head nodded a final time. His efforts to describe that fight between Risque and himself so merely condescended to....blood. From them both. The boy so hardly going into any detail about his own punishment. Only insisting that Risque had lost interest in Tetradore that night. That, it seemed, satisfying to the leopard. The silence that prevailed between the pair then was interrupted only by the sound of Tobias' nail upon the wooden floorboards once more. The boy dutifully returned to tracing those invisible lines again before Harley's sudden insistence he was tall seemed to thrill him. A grin of genuine delight so readily found his features. Fleeting as it was. The boy boldly insisted he was the most tall. Tall enough that he would surely soon reach the roof. Tobias oblivious to the notion he was surely done growing and yet at wellover that six foot three margin the boy tended to tower all others. That topic of height, however, so readily seemed to prompt a shift within the leopard once more. Tobias abruptly demanding Harley perform a trick. The near blank look upon the womans face seemed only to irritate the deviant. Tobias snorted softly before insisting he had done a trick-and now it was her turn.That explanation, perhaps mercifully, seemed to prompt a level of understanding within the woman. Tobias wanted to see an affinity.

Harleys agreement that it was only fair seemed to delight the young man, his gaze resting expectantly upon her then, those lines he drew upon the floor halted as Harley sat more upright upon her knees. Her insistence that he watch the chair readily prompted his dark gaze to find the levitating object that Harley magnetically held above the unfortunate Alpha's head. Tobias' own lips pulled backward into a grin once more. The Alpha, at last aware of his predicament, had begun to swing up at the chair that floated above his head- much to the amusement of the people gathered around him. A hissing snicker of delight so readily rose within the Leopard's throat as Harley insisted he wait just a moment longer. Her game, it seemed, so hardly finished. The Alpha only became more irate as that laughter increased. Those chairs, beneath Harley's control, began to encircle him as he called out a direct challenge to whoever was commanding them.The unfortunate man reduced to attempting to kick them. His flailing limbs prompted Tobias's hands to clap together in delight before, at last, Harley allowed those chairs to fall. The Alpha, exhausted and outraged, proceeded to shout all the more as several more baiting comments were tossed in his direction. That very chaos, however, seemed to delight the shaggy haired deviant. It was, at its core, distinctly harmless fun and yet how readily he adored it.

Harley's sudden insistence that it was not fair to focus on just one, however, readily prompted Tobias' gaze to frown in confusion- before a sudden flare of power saw nearly everything metal within that ship begin to rise. Harley, as if on cue, rose to her own feet to look over that railing, her power grasping at all it could as Tobias climbed to his feet in turn to peer over that balcony at the myriad of floating metal with clear fascination. Down below, people leapt for cell phones and coins- else desperately tried to cling to them. Several people had taken cover from the knives and forks and sharper objects that had risen. More than one had already headed for the door as Harley's violet gaze met the fathomless dark of Tobias' own with that query of what should be done. The very....strain of that power was clear upon her features then. It was a...big power. A difficult one to control. Tobias aware, on some level, of the effort it took to command an entire room. A silence of sorts seemed to settle over the pair for several moments before Tobias's hand reached abruptly and yet....hesitantly forward. The gangly young man was content to eye Harley...warily as his fingers reached for her arm before gently resting his hand upon the warm skin of her forearm. The boy paused briefly to assure this touch was...acceptable, before his lips parted.


Just what exactly those words meant remained to be seen- at least until that burst of power seemed to erupt from within the lanky Leopard. Tobias' power so readily seemed to meld with Harleys own. Twisting, warping and contorting until it combined with the WerePanthers.That gift for metal manipulation so readily ensnared by the Nightshade Beta. Tobias reached for at least half those objects Harley held upward- relieving her of their mental weight. Tobias content to levitate them for himself now- his dark eyes so briefly meeting the violet of her own. It was those coins however that seemed to delight Tobias the most- the boy suddenly curling his fingers inwards, summoning that metal money towards him as each and every coin within the Ark suddenly flew over that balcony rail and began to pile itself beside Tetradores throne. How he adored such shiny money. Once all those patrons had been relieved of their small change Tobias was content to simply....drop the rest of those levitated objects he had been holding. A series of shouts echoed from the floor below as phones and watches and ipods and cutlery tumbled back to the ground- Tobias pivoting upon his heel to stride over to his pile of collected coins. Tobias reached downward to pluck a singular coin fromatop that pile before the boy stepped back toward Harley then to place that coin within her hand.


His head nodded, a momentary grin seeming to dance upon his lips.

"Buy yourself something nice, love."

Those words were flawlessly mimicked (and with a distinct British accent), Tobias so clearly simply applying those words to the very act of giving Harley money. The deviant, sometime, somewhere, so clearly having witnessed that very conversation. His mind clearly believed here and now was the correct time to employ it. A momentary....gleam of amusement seemed to reflect within his dark gaze before he stepped back toward his coin pile. Tetradore would be pleased with such treasure. Yes. Yes he would. Tobias, in that moment, so clearly made no effort to address the fashion in which he had not only 'borrowed' Harleys power, but managed to use it with decent skill. Some things, perhaps, were better not questioned. Tobias simply content to begin counting his coins.

"One....two....three.....fifty....eighty seven....four.....fifty hundred and one....two.....two....eleventy.......one million...."

He was probably the best at counting.