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

I'm out of metaphors;

Posted on May 31, 2022 by HARLEY WESTWARD

stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

Harley saw the clear scowl that drew across the leopard's features as he relived those violent, distant memories he attempted to share in his own way. He began to trace random invisible lines he patterned on the ground as the pair sat cross legged across from one another. Although Harley was unsure if they were merely something to calm him or they meant something she was unable to grasp. Better focus on that story, settled on, Tobias so clearly was not just a man stammering for words. He was complex for any of those that dared to see it. Harley hung off every word before he claimed to have bitten through a chain... Maybe he meant it was a leash... Huh? The lanky leopard then shifted his maw alone to show his leopard teeth. Okay, that partial shift thing did not get any less weird. But there was no way he could have bitten through metal right? She hadn't tried that. Not unless there was something more she was missing. How with Tobias, she was certain there was a wealth of knowledge she was missing. Those teeth receded back into his normal maw after their served purpose just to show. The raven-haired woman listened, refrained from her comment until the story was over with that fateful bite to protect his dearest friend. How clear a picture it painted of the leopard before her... even though... some things were still not exactly clear. He seemed pleased with himself, that Risque no longer set her ire on Tetradore but on Tobi himself. What did he endure? The thought alone was enough to turn anyone's blood to ice. But Tobias had done what so very few did, besides being selfless. He drew blood upon the feline queen herself. So even the indomitable queen of the felines made mistakes. Harley averted her gaze to look down upon the picture between the two youthful boys plagued by so much darkness. She remained thoughtful for several long moments, unsure with how to respond. She hadn't expected something so heartfelt. She hadn't expected for the Beta to somehow bypass her defences, those walls included to provoke a genuine feeling. It was clear he would do anything for Tet. Such a friendship was a thing out of myth. "Is that when she sent you away? After... all of that?" She questioned, curious if that was the final straw, or if he endured more before his... freedom. If any one could call it that. Was any one truly free when the person you loved most was in the clutches of a psychopath? Regardless what else she might of said, she decided to keep things simple, for her own benefit too.

Harley's vivid purple eyes rose to meet the dark eyes of her companion as that conversation shifted. Perhaps she was glad for it too, she had heard enough. Tobias was way beyond than she ever gave him credit for. How she obtained way more than she bargained for too.

Yet from that picture that was still on display. A ghost of innocence staring back.... It was better to claim that he had grown. He was tall, taller than even the alpha he stood beside. Even sitting across from her, he made her look puny, not that it was hard to do when she had always been petite. Even though she never quite saw herself that way, with that reckless tongue of hers. Yet, how the boy's features lit up. That comment was taken like a compliment. How pleased he seemed by it. Thrilled even. Content to claim he was the 'most tall' that he would reach the roof. Harley paused, unsure if she should break it to him or not, that he was likely finished growing and it was probably for the better. Her lips parted just a little before she thought better of it. He would find out eventually. Or perhaps he would think he was still growing for the rest of his life. It did no harm letting him have this, despite that amusement that sparked within her eyes. Not that he would believe her anyways. Plus, he wasn't scowling or snarling at her anymore. She eyed the roof once more, considering how utterly terrifying a giant Tobias would be.

But how quickly the topic shifted... a new demand that she do a trick. Bossy man. Telling her to follow, to sit, to now do a trick. Ugh. She was getting pretty done with people telling her what to do. Treating her like some goddamn pet. Well look here bucko, that shit wasn't flying... her opinion of him had changed, yes, but it didn't mean she would be a pushover to the alpha's number two. The raven-haired woman eyed him blankly, perhaps a flare of her own stubbornness peeking through when he further explained. That he had done a trick on the people below.. that it was now 'her' turn. Maybe that made more sense. It was less of an order and more of a show and tell. That was not the same as... an order. If only he had started with that. Maybe she could cut him some slack... How could she resist the opportunity to try her hand on the people below? Especially that 'Risque' stand in was looking mighty tempting to mess with. They were also up there... while the rest below were just waiting. It was easy to get a little extra self-assured when you were a safe distance away, not that it stopped her from getting cocky by any means. The risk was small. Especially when no one suspected the two pranksters up above or at least had the balls to trifle with the likes Tobias. Who would want to be on the beta's bad side? Harley agreed, shifting to face the crowd, already pinpointing her victim, unsurprisingly the Risque stand in. Who said a woman couldn't still play pretend?

The playful torment of that alpha was almost too easy. That chair she controlled with her affinity, dancing around him, mocking him like an impish sprite. Like a game of cat and mouse. It wasn't long before she was met with the sound of a peculiar hissing laugh from Tobi. So, he liked a little chaos, that much she could tell. Well, it just so happened that she was just getting warmed up. That power persevered, building upon her little game. How pissy the alpha below got, even so much as yelling at his imaginary enemy that was, unbeknownst to him, content to watch from the alpha's perch. He still couldn't figure it out and it was a good thing too. She ignored that booming challenge meant for her, really, it 'almost' gave her chills... sort of. Her lips curling into a devious grin. The comments were nothing but to bait her out and yet she did not bite, but they did fuel her. She simply persisted. Adding more chairs to focus on their target. Laughter below erupted, accompanied with endless ribbing toward their alpha that didn't seem pleased at all. Oh, he was really getting angry now. She could see how red his face got with rage... which meant he was getting redder than a ripe tomato. How Tobias seemed to also revel in that minor chaos she stirred. She was enjoying herself. Maybe a little too much. It was a while since she had any sort of fun and how she wasn't finished taking her fill.

An idea formed within her mind as she muttered that it was not fair to focus on just one. That earned a look from Tobias, confusion upon his face. Good to know she could manage to baffle just about anyone, even a man who was probably used to being the most baffling in the room. Wordlessly, her focus returned back to her stage below as she rose steadily to her feet with her powers ensnaring all the metal she could mentally grasp, at least none of the real heavy stuff. Anything that wasn't nailed down began to rise, like a scene from Fantasia. They bobbed and dipped around playfully as everyone scrambled, trying to grasp at their valuables but they were just out of reach. They all desperately tried to snatch their phones or keys but she only raised them higher. But that power did not discriminate, those far more sharper objects were also floating menacingly overhead that sent most people scattering to the outskirts, some actively ready to abandon ship. Okay, maybe it was a bit much, but Tobi didn't seem to mind. Her sights set a little too big, with far too many things to focus on to and to hold them all in the air for any length of time. She should do something with them. This was perhaps the most she had pushed her own powers. She could move a car, she could send big things flying with gusto.... But this was a lot. Damn, she had significantly improved from when she first started.

She pushed it.. pushed at her limits as if trying to make them expand right at that very moment. Harley had to admit she was showing off, and liked it. Overly confident even though she could not help but feel that strain it took to control that many objects all at once. She could not hide it from her voice as she asked what she should do with it. She hoped he had an idea because she had to find a place to put it all.... Unless she wanted it to rain expensive electronics, weapons, and whatever else she held. Tobias said nothing, as if he was merely content to watch that chaos instead. Okay... she would just need to tap into her plethora of ideas. What she didn't expect was for Tobias' tall form to end up at standing at her side, his hand reaching out to brush against her forearm in a way that was gentle as it was wary, as if he didn't know how she would react to his touch. She eyed him, unsure what he was going to do but focused on keeping her powers engaged and somewhat stable. She oddly trusted him enough to not truly hurt her. At least unprovoked. She eyed his hand that remained and then back to the man. She was not used to the kind touches from Weres. Yet Tobias was kind... ok a little mentally unstable with his mood swings but she oddly didn't feel unsafe with him. She didn't tense from that gentle, timid touch, only listening to those words echoing in her mind. 'I help.' He said. Whatever that meant. She really didn't think he could help... with her powers.

Skeptical at best, she felt no need to ask how he would. "Alright Tobes. Go for it." She tipped her head slightly, inquisitively before she felt that sudden burst of power join her own. The spitfire immediately felt less of a strain, like part of that burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She didn't know what Tobias was doing. Only that it made it all the easier. How the hell was he doing that? It felt so weird... But who cares? It was working.

She allowed herself to release those items to him, there was no need to. He took possession over half. Part of her expecting them to fall suddenly... "I don't know how you're doing it but its working!" She exclaimed, unable to hide that she was actually impressed and excited. She could do so much more this way. Maybe she should have started with less things... but when did she ever not bite off more, just to prove she could? How else were you to find out what you were made of? Maybe he had a form of metal manipulation powers too or maybe some kind of telekinesis? Maybe it had something to do with how he touched her? Maybe it didn't actually matter.

The pair worked their magic simultaneously, side by side, like some kind of team. Their eyes met briefly as if there was some silent communication with that very look. He was about to do something. She didn't know what.... But she could 'feel' it. It was then that she felt the shift before only what looked like the coins started move their way. No way he was able to do that... to have that level of control. It was in that moment she realized she was aiding and abetting in a crime, yet it was a petty crime at best.

Once the boy got what he wanted, he dropped the rest. Fuck. If all those phones broke.... She was certain there would be hell to pay. At the last minute, Harley tried to seize what Tobias had abruptly discarded, collecting everything once more before she lowered it all to the ground, in a fairly large pile right in the middle of that room... It looked ridiculous, chaotic, vaguely artistic if you tipped your head and looked at it with new eyes. She would call that one... Chaos. It was a perfect representation of it. But she did it. She fucking did it. A wide grin seized her lips, confident like she didn't doubt herself at all. "Nailed it." She stated all too smugly with a firm nod. That would take a while to sort through. But it could have been thousands of dollars in damages.... If she had merely let it all.. slip. Not that it was really her fault that it happened and yet how she wished to avoid further complications. Whew. That was a ride.

Released from her powers, she could focus back on the leopard and his pilfered hoard. An assortment of quarters, dimes and nickels amassed in a pile on the ground. It was fortunate, Harley thought, that pennies were no longer in effect or that mound would have been much bigger although, there were still some of those added into the mix. Who the hell still walked around with those in their pockets?

She eyed Tobias who seemed equally pleased and yet it was not for any other reason than having a mountain of coin in possession. "I have no idea how you managed that but.... Woah that's a lot more coins than I thought." He reached down to grab one from along the top, a shiny quarter pinched between his fingers before he placed one in her hand. Harley was nothing short of baffled by the entire display of all that had just happened. A grin found his lips as he eyed her as if pleased with himself. 'For Harley.' He claimed what she would have described as.. proud maybe? It was hard to tell with him.

Alright, it wasn't exactly highway robbery. Loose change was annoying at the best of times. If anything, they did the were's below all a favour even if they didn't recognize it yet. She eyed the quarter that she accepted within the palm of her hand. Perhaps it was nice that he gave her anything at all. He did not seem like the kind of guy who shared. "Umm... thanks Tobi." She couldn't tell if this was a bizarre compliment or offhanded, vague insult.

Harley eyed the coin before unable to keep a sound of amused disbelief from her lips. What she didn't expect was for Tobias to suddenly turn Brittish. She slipped that quarter into her pocket before her head whipped around the face the leopard. He spoke with perfect clarity in another man's voice he had mimicked fluidly. It was like listening to a voice from a radio..... from his mouth even though it was still his voice. She seemed near startled by the sudden shift. Ok that was weird. She could not hide that all too baffled expression as she eyed him like he sprouted cat ears again.

He seemed suddenly amused and impressed with himself as he returned to his hoard like a dragon and his spoils. He wasn't serious? Was he? Did he not know what things cost? Not that he had more than a hundred dollars worth of change.... Although that was oddly not what baffled her, it was the perfect clarity of how he spoke in British or the endearment at the end that she was positive he didn't intend.

"Seriously? Your not going to tell me how you turned British or how you just did that?" Of course not. She was quite sure she could jump up and down flailing her arms about and it still wouldn't have provoked the desire response.

The lanky, dark-haired man seemed hardly concerned with her any more. Not when he had his hoard of coins to tend to. Or rather count. If you could call it counting. It might have sounded like numbers, but it was just like Tobias. Chaotic. It was like he announced every number that came to mind, including making up some of his own. She shook her head, laughing softly to herself. He wasn't going to answer her even a little. Her gaze wandered back down to the aftermath, noting a pair of eyes that found her, the alpha below must have worked out something. Shit. That was one thing she really didn't feel like dealing with. She turned immediately, choosing to pretend like she didn't see it, that she wasn't guilty for any of it. A mere observer. She didn't at all look guilty. Harley leaned against the railing again, arms crossed loosely over her chest, more out of comfort than stand offish. She eyed that mound of coins with curiousity. "What are you going to do with it? I don't even know how much that is.. I think you lost me at eleventy."

Harley Westward