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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
That agreement from the emerald-eyed man that women were indeed fickle at best managed to see that grin work its way back onto the deviant boys features, though whether he truly found amassment in Tetradore's sentence of merely took pleasure in being agreed with remained to be seen. Still, Tobias, to some extent, wholly understood that manner in which his companion lamented over the curious complexities that were women. He himself so often failed to understaned them, his own mate, sometimes, behaving outside those patterns he had come to anticipate from her. The boy simply having come to decide that women were odd. They did not follow those patterns of behaviour he so readily mapped out in others, at least, not all the time. Sometimes they cried. Crying a distinctly dislikeable thing to the deviant, one women were guilty of far more then men and yet an emotional act he held near no understanding off other than its link to sadness. Tobias having little idea of how to alleviate that at the best of times. Emotions were complex, difficult, hardly worth his bother in most instances. Indeed the Leopard rarely even tried to understand feelings outside of his Birdie and Tetradore himself. The feline barely capable of understanding his own much less those of others, the man often left to frustration by them and, as such, like so many men before him the boy had come to declare that fairer sex largely impossibly and often better ignored or simply agreed with until they left. For all his faults even Tobias had so mastered that ability to simply agree until the woman in question was appeased.
He rose easily from that bed then, detangling himself from Tetradore to allow the other man to stand, the boy paused only to assure his Alpha that he had remained within his room all those days he had been gone- watching over it, guarding it from enemies perhaps only Tobias could see and yet his loyalty had remained utterly unflinching in all those months. Tobias alone remaining utterly convinced Tetradore would come back. After all, Tetra had never before left him behind. His mind assured of that alone. Tetra would not go to any place Tobias could not find him. That shaggy-haired boy oblivious in the moment to that emotion his own words had stirred within his companion. Tobias a simply honest creature in some sense. The boy making no effort to hide that simple....love he had for his best of friends even if those emotions were near never spoken off. It simply was not their way. That hand that ruffled his hair and that word of thanks was entirely enough to delight the younger man before that idea of presents seemed to overtake every other thought. Tobias near hurried down that hallway as fast as Tetra might allow him, the darkness off that garage was met with an irritable huff that panther only seemed to find amusing, Tobias eyeing him with a momentary disdain in the darkness before light flooded that garage that housed their collection of cars.
Those dark eyes readily fell upon those two new additions, that striking Bugatti by far the most impressive, a sound of pure delight escaping his lips before the boy near scampered towards that car with utter awe. His fingers reached out readily to grace that surface, Tobias feeling that shiny metal with an appreciation even his own fractured mind was capable off. That love of cars so readily shared between them both. Tobias' gaze widened readily at the other man's assurance this new car went faster than their favoured, his gaze flicking to that Aventador and back again as if attempting to process such a sentence within his mind. His features frowned, if only briefly, the man struggling to understand before suddenly seeming to nod. One hand lifting to point first at that Bugatti then to their favoured Aventador.
"Bugatti.....faster then......Aventador."
It was more a statement then a question, his gaze glancing to Tetradore for conformation before grinning readily. The idea of speed equally as appealing to the boy as he asked if they were going to drive it. His gaze drifting then to that red Honda, that memory tugging at him now of that promise made. Tobias so rarely remember those fleeting conversations and yet this....this he remembered. The boy so having a habit of remembering those things Tetradore promised him. The Alpha's assurance that the red car was indeed for him to drive seeing that grin return to his lips, the idea that he was going to drive seeing that glee dance upon his features. That gesture for the boy to climb into that passenger seat was hurriedly obeyed, Tobias so having asked for years to be allowed to drive a real car, the boy determined to be on his best behaviour least Tetradore change his mind. Any car ride at all was utterly thrilling to the deviant, Tobias settling into that passenger seat that had become his assigned place in any car Tetradore piloted. This their first car ride in months. His delight surely clear as they made their way to that empty airstrip and Tetradore slowly pulled that car to stop, shutting off the ignition and putting the car into park. That query as to whether or not he was ready was met with an eager nod from the boy, Tobias hurrying around to that driver's seat to place himself within it, the deviant feeling distinctly.....pleased to be in charge of any car his companion was in.
His foot near immediately pressed upon that accelerator, Tobias simply mimicking those things he had seen Tetradore do, the boy oblivious to any notion he need turn the engine over. His foot merely pressing several times on the pedal, the car revving and yet ceasing to move. Tobias simply staring at it in a clear confusion, one hand reaching forward to flick several buttons as if this might prompt the car into life. The windscreen wipers suddenly flicking onward to wipe back and forward across the windshield, Tobias watching them with a clear disdain as his arms folded across his chest with a huff. Dark eyes turned back to Tetradore then.
"It....does not....listen."
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push