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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask

Posted on March 23, 2019 by Raven Cain
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Blue-grey eyes watched as Alexis entered the library that Tetradore had fixed up for her. The first few months the lupine had a different book in her hand as she settled to read in different areas. There wasn't a good spot for her to read that didn't get in the way of others. Sitting down within the fighting arena didn't provide her peace and quiet to focus on her book. The staff constantly roamed around that area getting the place set up in time for the fights. Reading a book in the kitchen wasn't the greatest either, because she could hear the chefs prepping for the many dishes that would be served those nights. Hiding in her bedroom made it appear she was anti-social, even if it brought her some peace and quiet to read. The Were-Panther was kind enough to surprise her with a little book-haven sanctuary. There was an unused room that had a few comfy old leather chairs collecting dust. With a new rug, tall bookshelves and paint the room looked brand new! Raven appreciated his thoughtful gesture and easily filled those empty shelves with all sorts of books. Alexis' thought of Heathcliff making him a Were made the lupine laugh gently as she shook her head in disagreement.

"Heathcliff a Were? Just because there are canine analogies doesn't mean he is a Were. Most see him as a vampire. Vampires and Were creatures are similar to one another, even if there are those within our species that think strongly otherwise."

Gothic literature had been one of her favorite genres she had stumbled upon. Each story was different, complex, and fun. They told of tales of different individuals cursed in one manner or another. Some held a dark lesson where the hero of the tale lost while others held a universal lesson and the hero won, but wasn't unscathed from the trauma they experienced. Alexis seemed to enjoy those more romantic novels and Raven assumed perhaps she might like some of these gothic romantic stories too, even if their ending wasn't always happy. The she-wolf was pleased to hear her friend was nearly done with the book. Placing the old-worn book in her lap she grabbed her golden tea cup again, taking a sip of the tea, after she inquired why her friend was here within the Ark.

"Why aren't you outside enjoying the warmer weather and sun?"

Raven Cain.
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