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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead

Posted on July 25, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.

Tetradore was altogether certain that the shocked look on Calliel's face was one mirrored upon his own at that moment. He had hardly expected to find Calliel within his bedroom when he awoke and yet, now that she was here with a gift of muffins, he found he was hardly perturbed as he might have been otherwise. Truthfully, waking to find someone in his room that, when he fell asleep, hadn't been there, was not the most peculiar thing. Tobias himself tended to wander in and out as he saw fit, with or without the were-King's permission. It took him a moment to chase the sleep from his mind, and too his mostly unclothed figure as he shifted towards the edge of his bed. His hand ran through those dark unruly locks and yet, before he could utter much a word at all, a muffin was shoved within his general direction, prompting a small twitch of his nose and a grumble of his stomach. It was, however, the mention of alcohol as a special ingredient that seemed to baffle Tetradore the most. He had hardly forgotten the night they'd met or the birthday cake they had bake Calliel but this...was distinctly different. This was a muffin, not a cake. Her gentle reminder only caused his head to shake ever so slightly. "Yeah, in frosting." He declare, certain that baking it inside the cake was....somehow different.

Despite this, Tetradore peeled the wrapper from the edge of the muffin, curious of how that alcohol soaked muffin might taste. There was a glimpse of suspicion on his features as he eyed that unwrapped muffin, as if he was somehow unsure of it before he finally brought it to his lips to take a bite. A soft sound of approval left his lips as he treasured that chocolatey flavor upon his tongue. God, he adored having muffins to wake up to. They were always something different, a flavor he never would have had otherwise, something inventive that allowed the were-King to remain settled in the sanctuary of his room just a little longer. Of late, it was something he had come to appreciate. His emerald eyes turned upwards towards her as she gave him a small grin, only to, suddenly move to close the distance between them. He watched her as she tentatively settled on the edge of his bed, her gaze almost purposefully pointed towards the floor. Her inquiry of explaining herself, however, prompted little more than a blank look from the man as Tetradore inquired as to why she would have to do such a thing in the first place. For a moment, as he took another bite of that muffin, the King's vibrant irises met that confused stare he was presented with.

Her almost hesitant inquiry caused his head to tilt ever so slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as he considered that question with the way she worded it. It was almost amusing, really, that she considered this his most vulnerable state. She had no idea. A small grin tugged at the corner of his features before he shook his head ever so slightly. "It's not the weirdest thing I've ever woken up to." He admitted with a shrug. "In fact....I think it might be one of the best..." Tetradore added after some consideration. After all, a muffin was...delicious. It didn't attack him or hurt him or demand anything from him. It was just....there....waiting for him. He picked up another muffin from that basket, handing her one at that small gesture before Tetradore fell back against his bed, staring up at the ceiling whilst he nibbled on his own muffin in his hand. He was entirely unaware of the studious fashion in which Calliel had watched him the moment he'd risen from that perturbed sleep.

It was only the sound of her voice that drew Tetradore's gaze back towards her. That teasing tone to her voice, however, hardly masked the inquiry that laid beneath those carefully construed words. For a moment, he eyed her, as if considering what he wished to admit to the woman, at least, until his head fell back on that bed. "Yeah, it is." He commented simply in response to how particularly comfortable those sheets were. How long had it been now since he'd even had a woman sitting on his bed? His head shook ever so slightly, pushing those thoughts away before a hand rose to gently wave off her concern. "Everything's fine. I just didn't get much sleep." He admitted with a yawn on his lips. "You'd be surprised how busy things can get with the Ark and the fighting ring and...my other businesses." It wasn't entirely a lie, and yet, not entirely the truth either. Tetradore was a busy man at times, and yet the stress that came associated with it was not what kept him awake at night either. That was a secret Tetradore guarded closely, if not for the way it would change how they all looked at him, but also in an attempt to keep them safe from the demons that haunted him.

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