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

let's be alone together [open]

Posted on September 11, 2017 by minn
West Reopen Thread
...i might hate myself tomorrow...


Here she was again.

Back at it in the ol'Ark-a-roo.

Minn sat quietly on the edge of the in-famous fighting ring, her legs hanging off the edge while her arms rested on the ropes that made up the walls of the arena. A bag of fast food sat next to her, filled to the brim with french fries, chicken nuggets, and hamburgers. Far too much for any ordinary person, really, but the greasy bag was just a simple snack to keep the bear's hunger at bay until dinner time. Normally Minn wouldn't count on dinner being a sure thing, but... since she happened to know this place had a fully stocked kitchen (from not too recent experience), she wasn't planning on skimping past that meal.

At least... not today.

Stuffing a handful of french fries into her mouth she glanced around the empty room, taking in the stark walls and discarded betting tickets littered and crumpled on the floor. Probably from the last fight, whenever that was. Last night. Three weeks ago. Five months. It was hard to tell when the last actual sign of activity was in this place, but then again she... hadn't exactly been around in while. Even with that in mind, Minn just couldn't help the feeling that the Ark just wasn't what it used to be. Not like it was in the old days... When a polar bear called the shots instead of a skulking panther. The two couldn't have been more different when it came to leadership and priorities. Otto had been bold and daring, always a busy body in trying to plan the next big thing. The bloodiest fight. The world changing were-championship. He never quite got that far, but he'd gotten pretty close a few times.

Minn smiled at the memories.

Truth be told she wasn't really bitter about Otto's death anymore, but it was hard to ignore the presence he used to have before his untimely demise. No thanks, of course, to the Ark's current owner Tetradore. She let out a breath of hot air and stared absently at the ceiling as she stuffed her face with a cheeseburger. Damn cats. The two had met when Minn had returned for the first time under his new jurisdiction, and while things hadn't gone that smoothly, they hadn't gone terribly wrong, either. Not wrong enough for her to stay for a good while, not even wrong enough for her to meet his little family. Her nose wrinkled .

They'd gotten along okay. And so she stayed. For a little bit.

There really wasn't a good reason why she left, but Minn didn't have a reason for a lot of things she did. She didn't ever need one because sometimes she just didn't want one. And that was good enough for her. Besides, if it was one thing that hadn't changed about the Ark, it was the fact that it had always been home for the wandering riff-raff of the were world. And Minn definitely fit into that category.

So she continued to sit, eating handful after handful of food and absently wondering if her room had been given away or if it was still there, untouched and intact. The little bear smirked to herself, only for the very sound reasoning that if it wasn't, she'd just have the find the next most comfortable bed on the ship. Poor Tetradore.

They both knew she wouldn't feel a pinch of guilt putting him through that again.

but im on my way tonight

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