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 27, 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.

It was curious, really, that Calliel continued to make an effort to go out of her way to ensure every morning, he woke up with something sweet upon his nightstand. He had never truly questioned it before, simply assuming that it was Raven that saw to such early morning baking, particularly when the woman was often up at hours Tetradore himself called unholy. Though their one evening together had been enjoyable, Tetradore had hardly thought it was impactful enough to warrant this level of dedication, particularly when he was not her Alpha. It baffled him, truly, the man almost unsure of what to think of it even despite her insistence that she just wanted to do something nice for him. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in consideration before that question fell flatly from his lips. "Why?" Why was their one evening worth her taking such time and effort for him? A frown crossed his features as he nibbled on his own muffin, hardly even bothering to glance at the woman who maneuvered around him on his sheets. It was that word of warning upon his lips about crumbs that seemed to baffle her in turn.

That idle comment of his priorities caused his gaze to turn questioningly towards the young woman that settle beside him and yet, Tetradore was altogether slow to respond. After all, he could hardly explain why he hardly gave even a second thought at anyone strolling into his bedroom during those hours in which he was lost to unconsciousness. Risque had hardly allowed him the privacy of a locked door or a peaceful sleep. Some nights, he'd been rewarded with a real bed, other evenings were spent in some elaborate zoo-like enclosure, and others still were spent with Risque's room or where ever she deemed it fit he be. For a moment, Tetradore merely eyed Calliel, as if considering that excuse before he shrugged ever so slightly. "The pack tends to come and go from my room." It wasn't exactly untrue. Tobias himself tended to sleep on his bedroom rug. Security was a concept that had never been afforded to him, and one he certainly didn't bother to attempt to obtain now. After all, it would be a futile effort anyway. That blunt explanation, however, was one he hardly dwelled on as she turned the conversation towards the comfort of that bed, hinting at the simple knowledge that there was surely more to his inability to sleep then he was letting on.

Those almost teasing words seemed to prompt a small smirk upon her lips before her hand reached up, running through his brunette locks. That simple action caught the man off guard, if only because he hadn't anticipated Calliel capable of being so forward. That simple brush of her shoulder against his bare shoulder caused his gaze to turn downwards as her head tilted up to glance at him. Those almost seductive words were equally as unexpected, the challenge lingering there in the air between them. It would have been easy to make that move and show her just how much effort he was capable of putting into it when he so desired. Unfortunately, before he could quite come to a decision on whether or not he should, Calliel had already pulled her hand from his hair, shifting away from him. That moment had passed, the opportunity lost and yet Tetradore was not one to dwell upon such things either.

That inquiry of his plans for the day, however, refocused his thoughts elsewhere as Tetradore commented of those facets of his businesses that required his oversight. It was hardly the glamorous life and yet, it was certainly better than anything else he'd ever had. That sudden sound of satisfaction caused his attention to deviate as Tetradore was handed the remains of her wrapper. Gingerly he took it from her, rolling over to place the wrapper on his nightstand. He listened as she spoke of that day off, the notion certainly sounded nice and yet, this declaration of 'making it up' to him caused his eyebrows to raise, unsure of what she was talking about. That inquiry of being friends however, only further served to catch the man off guard, leaving him merely staring at her for a long moment with an almost blank look upon his handsome features. "Uh.....o..okay?" He commented almost uncertainty. After all, the last time anyone had asked to be his friend had been...over twenty years ago?

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