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.

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 August 11, 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.

There was, admittedly, very little that could anger there were-King in the presence of baked goods. As long as there was some level of sweetness in his mouth, the man was....surprisingly patient and understanding. Those very delicacies seemed to have some sort of magical effect upon the man, one that Calliel certainly seemed to benefit from at the present moment. He had hardly been lying when he admitted that those baked goods were, at times, the best part of his day. Of late, things had seemed to be spiraling out of control in a downward tilt that he could not climb his way out of. He had, however, little intention of admitting it to her. Even so, a small hint of amusement crossed the man's features as her cheeks turned the smallest shade of red, that compliment, apparently, was enough to embarrass her. His emerald eyes watched her with a hint of confusion as the young woman declared that the entire goal of those muffins was to make him happy. It was....curious that she would go out of her way to do so for him. He was hardly her Alpha, even despite that invitation. Nor were they really friends, considering the pair had spent all of one evening together.

"Why?" That inquiry was almost abrupt, even as he handed her a muffin of her own. He watched as the young woman shifted upon the top of that bed, even as Tetradore flopped back onto his own pillows. His eyebrows rose as she cautiously crawled over to his side, settling down upon that plush mattress next to him. "Don't get crumbs in my bed." He muttered with a gruff tone, even if his voice entirely lacked any sort of vehemence. That soft sigh only caused his eyebrows to raise ever so slightly as he regarded the woman, taking another bite of his own muffin in the process. He hardly anticipated that she was quite near judging the comfort levels of his bed, much less how his inability to sleep surely resulted in a great many stressors if that very mattress did not provoke him to death. For a moment, Tetradore merely regarded her intent stare with a blank one of his own, the were-King altogether baffled by the girl and her demeanor. He was ignorant to the fashion she searched his features for some sort of tell for that lie he offered her. After all, Tetradore ha been lying ever since he was eight. He now excelled at those half-truths.

That shrug on further caused the furrowing of his brows before her gaze turned purposefully towards the ceiling, her words clearly chosen with great care. For a moment, he was unsure of what to say, the man having every inkling that she suspected well there was far more to that story then he was willing to tell her. "Yeah, probably." He commented in a wholly noncommittal fashion, only to add after a moment in an almost teasing way. "I didn't expect to get you into my bed so easily. Here I thought it might actually take effort." It was clear he was referring to something far more intimate then the pair were currently doing. Even so, he made no attempt to follow through with that almost teasing wording either, the man content to merely polish off that muffin. That sudden inquiry of his day, much less that declaration of his title, caught the man entirely off guard all over again. Although he was widely regarded as the King of the West, no one actually bothered to refer to him as such, much less make an effort to title him, even if she did so incorrectly. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as his own gaze turned towards the ceiling. "I dunno, there's some cargo manifests to sign and a few new contracts to look over, I guess. Maybe the fights downstairs tonight..." His voice trailed off and yet, despite his assurances that there were things to do, Tetradore hardly seemed greatly inclined to them either. "What's your day look like? More baking?"

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