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

Say it if you're one of us, the beaten and the furious;

Posted on February 24, 2019 by Mira Ramos

We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Mira had to admit she felt a steady wave of relief wash over her when Raven confirmed that everyone was ok. However, that still didn't answer that question of what had the other she-wolf so distracted, so blatantly upset that she might very well burn a path into the very ground she paced. She had never seen Raven this way, never seen her so out of sorts. Entirely oblivious to Mira when she slides in front of that hell path, the curly haired woman bumping into her lithe form. That brief contact was enough to ensnare her attention though at the very least. Mira fixed her with that unwavering gaze expectantly looking at her packmate, concern evident within those intricately vivid golden eyes.

Searching eyes seem to flutter across her face, seeking for answers that could not be picked apart by a mere glance alone. Raven turned away from her, withdrawing. "Talk to me." She coaxed, gently, taking another step forward. That distress could be heart within Raven's voice, her words only serve to confirm it. "Maybe I can help." She offers genuinely. How she wanted nothing more than to offer her something. It obviously had to be bad enough to unhinge the woman that badly.

It was then that Raven begins to talk, sharing that disturbing and shocking tale. Mira could hardly help that astonishment, unable to keep it from her very readable features before it was replaced by a frown, the sun peaking out of the clouds overhead. While Mira herself was never put in an actual cage, it certainly felt like it. Her mind thinks of her old pack and the very things they were forced to endure, the things they had to do. Ultimately, they were nothing but an army of henchmen, forced to fight it out, survival of the fittest. Raven certainly painted a picture of that nefarious tale. This was just another form of human trafficking, buying and selling people would always be a fact of life, as were the perverse people that put them in business. It was barbaric and vile and it made her sick. What if Tetradore didn't find her the night she had got caught in the that silver trap, slowing being poisoned to death as that silver burned like acid through her flesh. What if she ended up not in that place and not under the protection of the pack that felt like home to her. What if any of them got captured. That thought alone caused her to still.

Anger rises within her like that lava did, causing her eyes to glow a fiery golden hue, they seemed to come alive as her hands suddenly felt hardly comfortable at her side. "Shit." She utters with feeling. "No one deserves that fate.. No one." She could feel a rumbling growl forge within her chest, her own memories served as a catalyst. But what was she to do with the knowledge? How could two little wolves hope to help those locked away in cages that hardly deserved to be there? Could she turn a blind eye when it still was a potent threat to their very existence?

Raven's anger was an infectious thing too. Thoughts of her old alpha and all those people that were forced to be there against their own will. Just how close she had been to being someone's plaything made her stomach lurch, her lips curling into a soundless baring of gritted teeth. What would she had done if she had been freed? Should others not have the same chance? Life was hardly fair, she was under no delusions that it was but... Could this be something in their own power to change, at least for only a few lost souls?

Raven suddenly lifts a crates with impressive violent force, launching them at a distance. How they obliterated against that brick that very crate nearly obliterated. Raven spins to face her, that wildness evident upon her face, her blue-grey eyes tortured even.

That mention about the council has her eyes narrowing. "The council is part of the problem. Too much damn red tape. Too many rules and not enough action. I swear they are the council of excuses. Who will fight for them then? It could be any one of us within those cages.." She questions, her eyes narrowing, eyes smoldering as she fed off of Raven's potent anguish. She truly did and she could hardly help the way she wanted to attempt to fix it, to make it better. Yet how out of depth they truly are, yet couldn't it be simple? Couldn't they wash them clean, free those captives within those cages because the council seemed too chicken shit to do anything about it.

Mira's golden eyes shifted to Raven then, that heavy sigh escaping her companion then. "I know what its like to be trapped too. No one should be without hope. Not you or I or the people sold as slaves in those cages." She growled, fuming now. How long had it been since that rage truly took hold? How she suddenly focused on one of the stack of wooden pallets, intently focused upon it, her gaze seemed to never falter as they burst suddenly into glowing embers before being reduced to a pile of ash. "I swear we can do more than any stupid council could anyways." She grumbled, to the other she-wolf. "What would you do if you could?" She asks finally, crossing her arms, that gaze returning to her companion expectantly.

I'd rather be dangerous;