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 June 04, 2022 by Tobias

That very tale seemed to hold some level of bearing upon the boy as he offered it. Tobias made every effort to assure Harley understood his words of what had gone on that night Risque had been bitten. That was the first (and last) time Tobias had ever struck the vampiric Queen. The lanky leopard so staunchly defended his beloved Tetradore. Even at the cost of himself. Tobias was oblivious, in that moment, to the true weight of his words upon Harley. The deviant instead was far more taken with tracing those patterns upon the floor once more. That story seemed to have filtered in and out of his mind like a passing fancy. At least until Harley spoke once more, her words prompted his actions to pause. Tobias, for several moments, was merely inclined to continue to stare towards the floor before glancing suddenly upward- his dark gaze meeting the vibrant violet of Harleys own once more as his head shook. That very gesture sent locks of dark hair flying about in all directions.

"No. Risky....give me to......the one.....below. R...R....Ruben."

Tobias' tongue seemed to stutter and trip over that very word. His features contorted briefly. Though whether at the memory of Rueben or his inability to offer his name without hesitation remained to be seen. Tobias' dark eyes remained agianst Harley's own, the deviant having failed to blink for a decidedly inhuman amount of time. As if he had simply forgotten such a thing was necessary. His gaze blinked at last. Several times. The boy oblivious to such obscurity before his features suddenly tugged into a grin once more.

"I...bite him....too."

This, it seemed, prompted Tobias no small amount of joy as a hissing laughter parted his lips, his hands clapping together in a fashion almost childlike at that memory before the deviant so abruptly...stopped once more. His features readily falling blank. Tobias seemingly taken with tracing the lines in the floor with intent focus once more. Tha silence between the pair seemed to persist and yet Tobias remained nothing if not oblivious to it. Social awkwardness, in any sense, so hardly seemed to exist for the young man as his lips parted. The boy left to mutter to himself in contentment as Harley commented upon his height. A comment that seemed to very near thrill him. Tobias, it seemed, so relished in being tall. The boy of the opinion that he was surely still growing. Harley (perhaps wisely) made no effort to correct such curious thoughts as Tobias grinned towards her. His fascination with the floor beneath him however had seemingly ended. The deviant instead content to allow his focus to rest upon Harley herself once more as he so demanded to see a trick. That confusion upon Harley's features at his demand only seemed to further the scowl upon his own. A veritable sigh of frustration managed to part his lips before Tobias demanded again. The man, this time, made some effort to explain that he had done a trick- now it was her turn. That desire to see her show off an affinity was surely clear. Even if uttered in words far less explanatory.

That understanding, at last, seemed to dawn upon the Were Panther's features. Her agreement to show her 'trick' so readily delighted the shaggy-haired man as Tobias turned to follow Harley's gaze in turn. He could feel that power that emanated from the woman. Tobias was distinctly aware of its ebb and flow as he watched her torment the unfortunate man below who had been chosen to be their victim for tonight. A grin of ready delight seemed to find his lips once more as Harley only built upon her game of hovering chairs. The unfortunate Alpha left shouting as he tried to strike at them. Much to the amusement of every being down below. Harley shifted to rise to her feet then, Tobias inclined to do the same as the pair wandered closer to that railing- just in time for Tobias to witness the sudden lift of anything and everything metal within that ship. Those coins and keys and phones and cutlery and all manner of metallic objects seemed to hover tormentingly above their owners heads. Tobias, for his part, seemed nearly overjoyed at such chaos- that look of delight upon his features fading several moments later only as his head tilted slightly in some sort of...consideration. Tobias so able to....sense the very strain this had put on Harley's powers. To bring that entire ship beneath her sway, after all, was no small feat. That ebb and flow of her power seemed to struggle. Tobias' own hand extended, his fingers brushing her arm with a decided gentleness,the boy seemed to...hesitate in that moment, as if to deduce whether or not that touch was acceptable to her before his hand came to rest agianst her own. Harley, for her part, seemed content to allow that gesture. Her lack of protest readily prompted the deviant to insist he would 'help.'

That burst of power from within Tobias so readily entwined with her own, melding near flawlessly with her affinity. The deviant so readily reached to take hold of half of what she levitated in that moment. Relieving his companion of her mental burdan and taking it upon himself. Harley, in that moment, was so surely able to feel that weight lifted as Tobias took over part of her role. Harley's insistence that she hardly understood what he was doing, other than the fact it was working, so readily coaxed a hissing chuckle from the deviant once more before Tobias so readily focused on those metal objects he had ensnared. Coins. He liked coins. So many coins. How readily Tobias' interest seemed to ensnare upon the coins alone. Those shiny, round objects were perfectly selected from amongst the hovered pile and drawn neatly outward to tumble into a new pile beside Tetradore's 'throne'. The rest of those metallic objects were simply....dropped. Tobias, after all, had lost interest within them. Harley's near frantic efforts to stop those phones from crashing to the floor below (heroic as they were) were all but ignored by the deviant as Tobias hurried to his pilfered pile- his form readily content to flop down beside his hoard of loose change with glee. The deviant dutifully (and loudly) beginning to count out that pile.

Harley's presence behind him was so hardly ignored as the woman insisted she hardly knew how he had done such a thing, but that his pile of coins was undoubtedly impressive. How readily such praise seemed to earn the woman a fleeting smile.before his features abruptly scowled once more-his dark gaze turning to eye her as if her questions was utterly ridiculous. How had he done it?

"I tell....coins to come.....they come."

His head nodded as if commanding such inanimate objects was both logical and entirely within the abilities of every being. Tobias' attention dutifully returned to his coins and his counting for several more moments before a singular coin was plucked from the pile and held towards harley. That coin, it seemed, was her reward. Tobias dutifully placed it within her palm. The woman no sooner having accepted that impromptu gift then Tobias' voice seemed to change abruptly. That distinctly British accent seemed to fall from him then. His words a flawless, perfect mimic of.....someone else. That moment, however, was entirely as fleeting as all such things with Tobias tended to be,the deviant abruptly turned to his hoard once more. That look of utter bafflement upon Harley's features was all but ignored. Tobias, in turn, seemed wholly oblivious to his own momentary shift in nature. Her question of how he had done that, let alone turned British utterly ignored by the lanky young man. Her words.....failing to register withinhis mind as he continued to count. Counting, it seemed, was a priority task. One the boy was content to commit diligently too. Even if those numbers made little sense to any save for himself. Harley's sudden query of what he was going to do with that hoard prompted his brow to furrow ever so slightly (he had clearly decided to listen to her again, selective hearing being what it is), before his lips parted, the boy continuing to slide those coins into piles.

"It is.....fifty hundred....million....coins. I give half to....Tetra and I keep....half for....Tobi. Tetra will....be very....happy."

His head nodded once more. Tobias assured Tetradore would be positively thrilled with this collection of coins- though how even those piles were was perhaps entirely....questionable. Tobias continued to push those coins into two piles, the boy seemingly absorbed within his critical and important work. At least until the sound of footsteps atop the balcony readily drew his attention. The decidedly irate Alpha from below had stormed up those private stairs, only to come striding towards Harley and Tobias now. Oi! I have half a mind to-. That irritation upon the man seemed to falter, his feet pusing in their determined stride as his gaze shifted from Harley to Tobias and back again. Tobias? I....well you see I..... The deviant's gaze lifted from his pile of coins to meet the other man's, both men, in that moment, content to eye each other silently before the Alpha stepped backward- and backward again. Sorry. That singular word was uttered beneath the other man's breath as he turned and strode back across the landing and down the stairs. Tobias, for several moments, merely content to watch the man go before his gaze shifted back to Harley.

"I won."

That silent battle of wills had so evidently produced a clear winner. Few beings, after all, were ever bold enough to take Tobias on in any sense. Much less within his own territory. The other Alpha's hasty retreat and ready submission to the deviant so strikingly clear. That pile of coins, in turn, had been readily sorted into two...mostly even halves. That very task seemed to have been taxing to the deviant as his lips parted in a yawn. Tobias abruptly proceeding to flop dramatically onto the floor in front of his coin collection. The deviant rolling onto his back to eye Harley From his new lying position.

"It is....time for....sleep now. You.....can...go home."

One arm lifted to drape almost dramatically over the boy's eyes. Tobias, apparently, determined to sleep right here and right now.