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 sinners will sing your name;

Posted on July 03, 2018 by Risque

Out go the lights and bump goes the night

And with your fear comes my delight

Oh, that very alpha blood that travelled through the labyrinth of his veins practically sang to her like the sweetest melody. They were destined to challenge one another, both of them powerful in their own right. Of course, he always possessed alpha blood, but now, it seemed different as if it had bloomed with age and time like a fine expensive wine.

He lashed out with his words, with volatile agitation clearly laced within them. Good, let him bristle. She liked him that way, wound up and angry like a wild cat. She could feel the prickle of his own energy start to flare to life, pressing against her own. There was that devil's smile, that her lips curled into. Her eyes remain hollow, vast never ending depths that could swallow a man whole. "Good." She purred, her voice lingering in the air like toxic perfume. "Then act like you have claws you know how to use.." Her words are sharp and piercing. In fact, she wanted to see it, caress it, to make sure that softness in his heart he had grown in her absence wasn't permanent.

The vampire queen called him out the attempt on her life, anger daring to rise to the surface of the cold temptress. "An attack against my kingdom, against what is mine, is an assault against me. Did you really think I would just let that stand?" She mused as her own fascination and twisted amusement by it curled within her somewhere amidst the rage that remains coiled and poised.

The blue-black haired vampire continued. "You. My pet." She spoke the word with such venom, her silver nail dug into the wood of her desk as though it were flesh.

"Dared to turn against me and I will not let that simply go." There was the certain promise to make him suffer. But she just wasn't entirely sure when it would ever be deemed even simply based upon her own selfishness. She knew there were copious ways to make him bleed, to make the alpha suffer. Each pack member, each person in his life was leverage, a beckoning soft spot to ensure that. She let her threat steep within those boiling waters of him, just to see how he would react to it, to see those hardened emerald eyes shift into what he could not control.

With that preternatural quickness, the feline queen rose to her feet, the panther that lingered lazily at her feet shifted in surprise. The large cat stood up and lazily moved from out of her resting space, lingering close to the vampire as she always tended to. She shattered the distance between them now, with that iconic liquid, alluring grace. She could smell that delicious blood just beneath the surface.
So many scents clung to Tetradore, so many options. But old habits died hard with Tetradore and he was certainly a man of sentiment. It made him so terribly predictable. That was why she was able to know just where he would run too after he found out that his vampire mistress was indeed, back and not sun-kissed ash. Isolt and Tobias were the first beings that had come to mind, but by now there had to be more. In fact, she could wager on it.

That mere mention of Tobias sent his vibrant emerald eyes elsewhere. Was that his heartbeat racing just as little faster that before? She had struck a nerve within her precious alpha cat, all she had to do was strike at his heart to make him bleed. She could remember the good days when Tetradore was bound by her side, the ruthless mayhem they had caused, striking fear in the hearts of many. How many enemies they had slaughtered and all they had accomplished, once upon a time. After all, he had certainly benefited from it, she trained him well. He was able to create a pack and hold it down without losing his empire to the next. She had shaped him well, had forged him into a king. But he was still hers. He was a warrior, her best one and seeing his form now, imposing to all but her she wished to harness that power. He may not have been a mouse but she had him right where she wanted him, pinned beneath her own claws.

Maybe she should just slaughter all that was close to him so she could have that again.

Her eyes almost seemed hungry at that very moment. She encircles him like she would prey and what delicious a morsel he was. How easy it would be to call to his cat to simply just take all that she wanted and leave nothing in return. His feeble attempt to garner her attention toward him and him alone was noted. What would he do to save the ones he loved.

"Be my obedient cat, do my will. Instill fear in our enemies. Be my warrior without trying to fight me at every turn. I will consider not coming after what is yours, mon chat. Keep them safe from me and perhaps they will never have to know what it is to know me." That siren voice spoke so assuring and there that familiar threat still lingered within those words. Yet why would she make a deal? When she could just have it all. After all, his life was hers from the very start. Blood pacts were not intended to be broken. "You were mine from the start Tetradore, there is no use trying to fight this." That ominous little tidbit holding more information than it seemed.

"But... you must give me one. One being to suffer for your sins, that must never leave. Someone of yours, a worthy living sacrifice." She stated with that matter of fact tone.

The silent panther with violet eyes seemed to brush against him, leaving her scent on what was thought to be part of what was her masters. A deep rumbling purr without a care in the world escaped that feline. Expectant eyes peer up at the emerald eyed man known as Tetradore, a legend amongst all of Risque's felines.

Did he really have a choice? Or was the illusion of one that made it so enticing? Yet it remained there, all the same, she watched him with that honed precision, those hungry eyes probing and anticipatory.


just face the moon and put your death mask on