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 (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
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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

burn, baby, burn

Posted on March 03, 2019 by Kohl
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Laundromats were unusual places. Like I said before I'm not exactly sure why anyone would want to come to a public place to, well, quite literally air their dirty laundry. Did people not normally have these sorts of washing....appliances in their houses? Did you have to pay to use these machines or were they free? Maybe I had more questions about this then I'd anticipated and yet here and now even those hardly seemed all that terribly important as I led the way down those twisting, winding streets before tugging Kat through the doors. In the very least I was mostly sure Viktor and his people were unlikely to look for us in here- even if they had managed to follow my winding trail through those backstreets. That elderly woman glanced upward to eye the both of us a moment before returning to folding her towels. Hmm, maybe out of breath people running into laundromats wasn't exactly an uncommon sight. My features frowned ever so slightly as I regarded her before I turned my attention firmly back to where it belonged. Back to Kat. Before offering her some explanation of just what that laundromat was just in case this was her first time in one too. After all, how many people actually knew about laundromats? I struggled to believe they were popular places. Maybe they were relatively new? I suppose here and now it hardly mattered. My mind always had been good at following a trail of thought before it remembered to come back to the present. That adrenaline that still ran riot through my veins hardly helping and yet Kat, without fail, so had a habit of being my single and onyl focus within the room. My gaze hardly leaving her as she commented about what I'd learned being left to my own devices. My eyes rolling loosely.

"Frankly darling, I-."

Her mention of the Council Headquarters and their hacked computers saw my words halt near mid sentence, that almost sheepish look finding its way to my features as one hand lifted to run through my hair. How had she found out about that? I suppose it wasn't exactly difficult. There were people at the Council who knew I was pretty sure and yet still- I hadn't exactly anticipated her calling me out on my efforts either. That lopsided grin managing to find my lips then as I shrugged.

"You always wanted me to get out more I was.....getting some air."

I'm not entirely sure that was going to be a viable excuse. Amusement tugging at my lips all the same as that soft chuckle rose within my throat. Crime wasn't exactly something I partook in regularly. Bad for business and all- but, that day, I'd been doing what I needed to do to make sure Kat was still safe and alive. Azrael, I was sure, knew far more then he said and simply refused to tell me. Whether he had been protecting Kat or simply didn't want to give me the information I hardly know but either way I'd found it for myself. By some miracle I'd managed to learn to at least stay alive without Kat around and at least do something more helpful than just create weapons. Even if I had gotten caught in the end. I wouldn't make that mistake a second time in the very least. I'd learned from that one and yet maybe it didn't matter- maybe none of it mattered right now that I finally had her standing in front of me again where she....belonged. Emotional things have never exactly been my strong suite. I don't always know how to word things I suppose and she mattered. She mattered more to me than anything ever had. Then every other shallow, meaningless, empty one-night stand and fleeting relationship and christ there had been a lot of those. She mattered more than all of them. More than any other thing I knew. Maybe it was the adrenaline still running riot through my body or maybe I just damn well missed her but in that moment i hardly cared.

My hand easily found the hem of her shirt, tugging her agianst me until my chest was flush with her own. God how I liked that feeling. Even with clothes on. Even in a god damn laundry with some elderly lady looking at us with what im mostly sure was at least a mild form of judgement. None of it mattered. None of it. My lips eagerly found Kat's own then. How I'd missed that taste of them, the feel, the way she kissed me back and that moan that fell from her lips and onto my own and only saw me hold her all the tighter like she truly was my last breath of air. That want was as intense as that kiss itself. My hands resting on her hips holding her agianst me as if somehow seeking all the more closeness. I couldn't remember the last time I'd kissed her. That day in the rain. That day before she left. I felt her hand come to rest on my chest. Her fingers somehow felt almost hot, my entire figure near intensely aware of them and the fact I wanted them all over me and not just there. Her hand fisted in my shirt, tugging me closer and yet i hardly cared. There was no space left between us anymore and i adored it. I'd missed her so much. I'd missed her like I'd been missing air for months and only suddenly realised I could breathe again. That soft sound of pleasure easily echoing within my throat.

I pulled away from her at last if only because I needed to actually breath, my breath unsteady and the rest of my figure all but....alive with that want for only more off her. Hell, had the old woman not been their I might have even considered the feasibility of the that table she was folding towels on as a suitable surface to take Kat entirely. As it was the only words I could manage then was that insistence that I'd missed her- more then anything. More then even i cared to admit. She had to have missed me to right? People didn't make out like....that, if they weren't happy to say you. I don't know what I expected her to say then. I miss you too, i suppose. I love you. Let's go home. Something, anything, but the actual words she said. We need to split up. My mind was slower in that moment to understand just what she meant. That haze from that kiss still sitting upon it. My features frowning slightly. Split up and run in different directions? I suppose it was....logical and yet I was mostly sure no one had followed us at all. The rest of her words hit me then and honestly, in that moment, I was even sure what that look on my face was. I don't think it was exactly good though. She wanted to....break up.....again?


It was the only word i could manage in that moment. That...disbelief clear in that tone and word alone. That...hurt equally as potent and yet amidst that utter plethora of emotions that seemed to be attacking me from every side I felt something I haven't felt in awhile, at least....not as potently as this. I was- angry. Not at Kat. Never her. I was angry at Viktor, I suppose. At all of them. At this...life I was being forced to live. At the world I suppose for....everything. I just wanted Kat. I wanted to go home with herand go back to waking up in the morning to find her stretching in her workout gear in the lounge room, I wanted to go back to hijacking her shower in the evenings, to eating takeout on the couch because neither of us can really cook, to working on those weapon designs in my office only to have her interrupt by coming up behind and wrapping her arms around my neck. I...we....we had a life. Together. One I wasn't nearly ready to give up. One hand lifted again, running through the thick locks of my hair as my blue gold gaze met her own- this woman who meant everything to me.

"I understand what your saying, I do. I know you don't want anything to happen to me and i...know how that feels. I worry about you every single day. I don't remember the last time I slept properly. But Kat, we've been apart for weeks....hell, months and I.....I don't want to do that anymore. They were the worst fucking months of my life and in the end they found us anyway! They are only going to find us again."

It was true wasn't it? If they found us both before they are only going to do it again unless we leave the country and yet even then- I'm still pretty sure they could find us if they tried.

"If we are going to get killed, can't we at least die together?"

k o h l
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