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

My monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill;

Posted on March 08, 2019 by Mira Ramos

We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

It was a relatively quiet day, one of those days where it was a quietude before the rapid storm, that time drawing nearer. Which was usually how it worked upon that bustling cargo ship, the evenings were almost always bursting and budding with activity. She had grown quite fond of that routine, being offered that sense of purpose to throw herself within. Mira had just returned from the beach, that private concealed cove that acted as her own personal sanctuary for honing and giving a much needed outlet for those considerably dangerous abilities. She had finished early, earlier than usual, the she-wolf was not exactly... feeling it. When that resolute frustration wrapped it clutches around her, it made it near impossible to focus and made that all-consuming lava near impossible to control. The woman had far too many things plaguing her mind to make that possible today. Once successfully making it back to the Ark, there was not a soul in sight, like it was a literal wasteland, a contrast to what it would be in a few short hours. Everyone had clearly dispersed within the confines of their own rooms or were out and about until, it seemed almost calm. She could hear the distant clatter going on in the kitchen, along with some muffled voices that she was more than content to ignore.

Yet another ordinary day. Yet why couldn't her mind be ordinary as well?

Once safely in the privacy of her own room, she relished in the feel of a shower, washing away the ash, salt, and sand from today's practice. The hot water felt nice upon her skin, cleansing herself from the grime. It, fortunately, soothed to she-wolf a little even though that feeling seemed to linger like a stubborn creature setting up shop and refusing to leave. Mira was fidgeting! Yet she was hardly one to fidget. It was painfully clear, she needed a distraction. She was straightening up and putting those out of place items away items, safely organized in their home again. Her eyes drift toward her small collection of polished obsidian stone wolves that were kept, mostly untouched at her bedside table. They were the few remnants of a life that seemed so far away, so entirely foreign that the memories hardly felt like her own. She peered at them, as those thoughts that were normally carefully stowed away within her mind began to drift. Running an idle hand combing through her still damp hair as she sighed. She missed that soft voice at first, while she opened up that bedside drawer, placing those sculptures inside. She didn't want to look at them.

She knew Tetradore had a soft spot for the girl, but honestly, how could anyone not? She was adorable and had quite an infectious presence. She had seen the fae child many time wandering and playing the halls of the Ark before the fights started. Never before had the lilac eyed fairy actually come to her room to find her specifically. How the she-wolf was thoroughly distracted then that she didn't even hear the resounding click of her door opening and that familiar little fae girl popped her head in. Mira? She questioned softly and she might as well yelled it because Mira jolted to alertness, spinning around to face that noise and child it belonged to. How rare it was to catch the she-wolf so off guard. "Shit Maeve, you scared me." Oops. Swearing in front of a kid? Come on.. new low. She made a face before a smile replaced it, shaking her head at herself before those near glowing gold eyes land upon the infectious little fairy girl.

She asked for some help and Mira could hardly help that look of surprise that settled on her face. That little munchkin.. wanted her help? Of all the people she could have asked. Surely Raven was more suitable, she seemed far more motherly than Mira! But those big hopeful eyes of the girls seemed to tug at her.. and she did want a distraction.. didn't she? After a short pause of hesitation and reasoning, Mira spoke once again "Of course, you've come at the right time, I happen to be looking for a distraction. Come on in little kitcat." How peculiar, a dinner date with Tetradore, that hardly sounded like him and yet it was curious all the same. "A dinner date with Tetradore, huh? That definitely sounds special. What is the occasion?" She asked easily as if unable to hide her own curiosity. How she already knew Tetradore had somewhat of a soft spot for the girl, perhaps it shouldn't have been all that surprising. She can't help but wonder what they would talk about, she considers this for only a moment before speaking once more. "I'll let him know you're here.. but let's get to work shall we? Show me what you have.." Those words found her easily as she moved across that room effortlessly to grab her phone from her writers desk, unlocking it with deft purpose, clicking on Tetradore's messages. A mischievous gleam sparking alight within her golden eyes as she began typing with quick precision. She sent them in a few smaller messages as if hoping to capture his attention. 'Your little gf is in my room right now.. getting ready for her dinner date with you.. You better look spiffy, it looks like she is wearing a dress. Pls show up in exactly 30 minutes. It's not nice to keep a lady waiting.' Those words were also accompanied with a few obscure emojis for good measure.

Maeve then happily shows her the contents of her bag of goodies. Oh boy, they had their work cut out for them. Maybe thirty minutes was cutting it too close. Oh well, too late now. She would make it work, after all, she had a knack for it.

Mira glides across that room, sliding that plush fabric chair so the little fairy could claim her place upon that comfortable seat, patting that cushioned surface. "Come sit, I'll start with your hair." She offers, with a carefree tone. She took that hot iron, plugging it into a free outlet to let it heat up. Mira grabbed the flat paddle hairbrush that lay nestled inside the bag that sat zipped open upon her made bed. "I barely remember the last time I had to do this for someone else." She uttered with a thoughtfulness, carefully considering the truth behind those words. She remembered brushing her mother's hair when she was younger, fascinated how long and silky it was, that hair was longer than most, reaching almost to her waist. She took special care as she removed the hair elastic which bound the petite girl's blond locks into that messy bun. "I used to be really good at brushing out knots, like the absolute best at it."

They spoke for a little while about how she wanted her hair styled, noting how excited the petite fairy truly was. She admired those pointed little ears that she carefully avoided not to let those hard bristles to brush against. How long has it been since she styled her own hair? The most she ever did was straighten those rich chestnut locks. Carefully that she-wolf brushes starting at the bottom, working her way up to the top, careful to hold the hair at the base when it reached a stubborn knot that needed extra care to brush through.

Mira reaches for that now hot curling iron, peering down upon it like it were a weapon she was going to go to battle with. In a way, she was. How determined she was to give her those magazine perfect locks! Mira's rich laughter filled the room from that first attempt which was a perfect failure unless you wanted tight little ringlets! It would have brought her hair to her ears if she did her whole head like that! "I'll fix this I promise." She vowed that laughter still dancing within her words, her glowing golden eyes filled with a certain determination, that smirk never fully leaving her lips. Thankfully, curling irons could also be used to fix mistakes like this one. Thankfully, the more she did, the better they turned out. This was going to turn out pretty damn nice she thought confidently then. Mira began to speak freely, contently then while she focused that task at hand. "You know... I think we did too good a job hiding those pumpkins and candy at Halloween. They still haven't found the one in the kitchen and it still smells like rotten pumpkin way in the back of the cleaning closet. You would think with a boat full of hypersensitive weres that one of them would be able to use their noses to find it." She wrinkled her nose. She looked into the mirror to catch a glimpse of the fairy girl's pretty lilac eyes, smiling at her reflection. "You have to promise not to give us away.. if anyone asks. It's our little secret." How quickly time seemed to pass as she finishes that final strands.

"What do you think? I think Tetradore will love it." Mira asked, followed by a gentle tease, it was no secret that the little fairy had a crush on the western king. Not that she could blame her in the slightest, she certainly had good taste. A slight grin played upon the woman's lips then.

"Aw, so pretty!" She declared as she gently brought her fair forward so Maeve could better take a look at those long loose curls in the large mirror before her. "I have a clip if you want, it has a really badaâ€"I mean nice lava rock on it.. I think it will look really pretty." she didn't say that she made that very rock, one of many she liked to collect if an unusual one caught her eye after her practice.

"You can use the washroom to change, I'll zip you up after. I think we made decent time too. Don't you think?"

I'd rather be dangerous;