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

The revelation is you can't be saved; Tetradore

Posted on May 17, 2018 by Risque

Out go the lights and bump goes the night

And with your fear comes my delight

All was still, too still, especially with the unspoken tension in the air. All was too quiet for her liking, too routine. She had been far too lenient to allow Tetradore free those days to allow her return to sink in. In truth, she should have never allowed him to leave her sight, beyond the reach of her clutches after that night she lured him to her devilish nightclub. But was he really beyond her reach? Or was the cruel vampire just toying with him like a kitten pawing at yarn.

Of course, everything with her was a calculating move, a carefully concocted strategy to induce the most dread. The devilish vampire always exuded an arrogance in the way she conducted her business, a certain finesse that many couldn't quite emulate even though they had tried. She could only imagine the emotions warring within her prized panther king the moment he realized she was back and knowing very well what was bound to happen.

She toyed with their reestablished connection as though time never wore their binding line. She would pluck that vital connection from time to time for the hell of it, sending vibrations so subtle that would create a simple thought of her in his mind, a memory, a nightmare while he slept. She would always be apart of him, no matter what the ebony king would fool himself to believe. He would always, truly be hers. As chilling a thought, to be in the possession of such a sadistic and twisted mistress it was their truth, both beings so very much entwined within each other's story no matter how enigmatic it was.

This night she would summon him, taste his hopelessness when she made him bleed for her to truly submit to her once again. She felt that familiar connection within her mind, a connection she hadn't used to summon him this way in years. She whispers down that line, a cold and deadly serenade creeping with lethal intent down the corridors of their covert bond between master and her wild little panther.

A singular word laced with that compulsion she had over her feline creatures, that word was immediate and relentless as it rattled and those cobwebs clean. "Come." A mere intimate, venomous hiss laced with dark intent and yet sensual with that wicked desire. A siren in all ways, luring creatures of all kinds with that sultry song to meet their demise. He would know who had called with that familiar signature, that cosmic undeniable pull he couldn't ignore. Those commands were like a grapple sinking claws in deep within his mind, a piercing constant pressing and pulling upon those weary shoulders.

Risque sat within the confines of her office with a pet leopard at her feet, deep within the fortress of Syn casually draped over her chair like liquid as if her very body meld to it. She could hear the faint throbbing sounds of the music just outside her silver and steel enforced door. She seemed feline in that moment, her piercing pale eyes that could strip skin from bone and through time and space whilst she peered down that connection trying to feel her Tetradore. Those reddened lush lips pulling into an oh so subtle knowing, smug grin as she knew his arrival would be imminent. She looked like the devil's wet dream with that endless blue black hair, clothes that seem like melted satin poured over her luminous pale flesh. Her expression almost appears bored, like the world should have amused her in some way and failed.

She felt very little as she probed that connection, only that he received the message. She loathed that she couldn't feel the potency of his emotions in that moment. That loss that she would once again reestablish with their blood bond, but the inconvenience of it still irked the temptress all the same. It was though as if that lack of his blood of his made their connection weaker in ways. But after tonight that would all fall back into place once more.

When did the immoral queen ever not get what she wanted? At this very moment she wanted him, she wanted to indulge in that hatred, his wild and fierce resolve once more. Her devoted feline spies had reported to her of her possible future business ventures, deeply rooting herself back within the city she had once left behind, a vacation if you will. She had received a rather irksome call from a human servant hoping one day to turn into something supernatural to serve her, all he offered her was excuses. He would die for his failure upon his return. It was silly how many desperate humans wished to throw away their freedom.

She had just finished a call when her felines alerted her of his presence, the lilac eyed ebony panther with the power of invisibility. her silver talon finger lined with satin scraped along the rich mahogany wood of her desk. "Allow him in.." Those words were spoke with the finality of a eulogy. She didn't direct that statement to anyone in particular but she knew someone would come to heed her order all the same. "Sit.† She purred, looking upwards to land upon that familiar face she knew just about every detail of. She remained poised upon that chair, a knowing, closed lipped grin laced with a poisoned honey.


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