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.

Bartender Raylin Chike

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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

I think it's gonna be alright, now;

Posted on June 10, 2019 by Mira Ramos

We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Mira could not help that barely feigned innocent smile spreading across her lips, that playful glint reaching her vibrant eyes in an instant before opening her mouth to speak. "I know your skeptical, but we will see. One of these days!" The very amusement of the were king actually enjoying that drink was a bit of a gamble and yet the name was perhaps fitting for the broody alpha that was nowhere to be seen tonight. That easy dismissal fell from him with the mention he had other plans tonight, plans that included her. That very insinuation laced within his words seemed to cause the she-wolfs interest to peak, a talent the were-king was quite good at possessing. Almost too good at. It was like she could feel his presence like a call she couldn't ignore, not that she was exactly wanting to ignore it. These clandestine flirtations were something they both seemed to excel at. Toying that line and yet careful not to cross it when in public. Yet for now, Mira felt entirely content to have his eyes upon her flesh as she leaned over that very bar, his eyes seemed to do just that. Her golden eyes flickered upon his face, catching that glimpse of man lost to his own fantasies, but only for a moment. If it were any other man he would have been directed elsewhere and yet, she couldn't help but enjoy the secret indulgences. The woman nothing short of momentarily smug. That moment thrown when that introduction of a black gift bag was easily slid toward her.

The she-wolf could hardly hold back that excitement as she unwrapped the gift from that suspicious black bag, that eagerness to slide it onto her waiting figure as if it was meant to be there. It hugged her every curves and yet allowed for movement, the smell of fresh leather toying with her nostrils and she liked it. Along with the feel of that supple leather as she ran her fingers along that jacket that was everything her old one wasn't. There was something about that new article of clothing that made her feel good, as though it begged for memories to be laced within that very hide. It was enough to make Mira feel... special. A rare feeling to have considering most of her life had been crafted play the role given to her. There was something personal about one's jacket, especially a leather one, as far as the golden eyed woman was concerned. Regardless of the dismissive tone he took about how he had good taste, he had truly done well. That act of kindness would not quickly leave her mind at all.. But why now? Why tonight? Did it really matter? Not truly. In only but a moment she swiftly rounded that bar, her steps long and graceful to close the distance between them. They felt like magnets, at least to her and yet she barely let herself touch him as she brushed against him, concealed in that greeting. Toying with the sparks that ignited between them. It was nothing short of a coy dance of one step forward and two steps back. One they played with a practiced ease by now, how aware either of them were of that, was yet to be seen. So much could be said without words and they seemed to excel at both.

One could not blame Mira for attempting pry, to try and squeeze any kind of fragment out of what he had planned if only to satisfy her own burning curiosity. The were-king so wording things in a way that ignited that fire within her. Did she need to armour up? Bring anything? The last time they had went on that impromptu mission of sorts, she had wished she had at least packed a gun. Not that she truly needed it now with her power surging with a powerful vibrancy now, one she honed quite nicely into a weapon that could serve them both well. Who needed a gun when you could incinerate your enemies? Maybe it was just habit that's he felt like she needed it? The woman truly enjoying firing those weapons, one of her only means for defense prior to coming into those very powers of hers. Hm, if they were not on some mission to recover money or whatever else, what could it be? Her expression shifted to one that was deep in thought as if trying to piece together any clues he had offered her without saying, her brows stitched together at that deepened thought. The moved toward the kitchen in that wordless exchange, whatever was in that bag possessed a delicious aroma that seeped teasingly out of that bag. Regardless of her own self-inflicted mind torture of trying to figure out this impossible mystery, Mira seemed content enough to follow Tetradore through that ship with buttery ease. The Ark seemed empty, at least on this part of the ship while those illegal festivities were in full swing.

She knew exactly where they were heading, only confirmed when they stood just outside the steel doors that lead into his garage and that uttered demand to close her eyes. It took a little encouragement to close get that desired result and trust that Tetradore wouldn't accidentally drag her into some support beam... or worse. That feigned look of innocence hardly seemed to help, the woman fashioning him with a firm look that promised nothing more than trouble if he didn't live up to that bargain while that grin of amusement still impressed upon her features.

Mira seemed almost oblivious in the fashion of Tetradore's dislike of that hastily uttered name, until he spoke that very distaste. The she-wolf had been trying on various nicknames of sorts to see which was the best one that fit, this one hardly had that taste to it that she desired. "I'll find one that sticks.." She vowed, nothing short of determined. After all, but finding one with a certain uniqueness was proving to be impossible. Regardless, that mention of trusting him still lingered as he led her inside, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as though bracing to hit something. Fuck, this wasn't easy.. Considering how large and how meticulous his private garage was kept.. it seemed unlikely but that sensation of phantom pillars that were destined to collide with her. Pillars that were clearly going to suddenly seek her out.

Also, with ones eyes closed it felt like that walk took painfully long, as though the room at least twice as large than it what it truly was. The mind content to take full advantage of its free rein. Tetradore had led her to that desired spot within that parking garage and she fought the desire to feel around her for an inkling of her surroundings. Where did they stand? In front of one of those impressive Bugattis? Why would he make her close her eyes though? It hardly added up in the corridors of her mind. What she hadn't anticipated was the way he easily moved around her that proximity nonexistent as his strong pulled her flush fluidly against his body. How the she-wolf seemed to relish in that contact the heat from his body seeping through that jacket, that embrace distracting. Perhaps his intention all along. Their bodies melded within one another, his lips expertly finding placement along the sensitive flesh of the woman's neck. Those kisses were nothing but a trail of temptation, stealing curiousity and replacing it with something else entirely as her body so reacted to those kisses that did nothing but coax her to life. How easy he had done so that her very breathing shifted, hitching as that shiver sliced down her spine, between the brush of his scruff and heat of his breath. It was a heady cocktail she was not immune to. Shit. What the hell was he doing to her?

It was far too easy it was to forget why he had brought her here in the first place, her mind wandering to perhaps that this was that very reason. Not that she would have been opposed to it. It was then that he smoothly drew those keys from his pocket, that cool metal pressed into the palm of her hand. What was that? Keys of some sort? But why? Those questions began to burn in her mind, slicing through that distraction, the mere feeling of those fingers running along the carved metal causing that very assessment. She pondered those very words that never left her lips... what are you up to Tetradore?

Even despite that not wanting to move from that embrace, as always the curiosity won out, as burning as the molten lava within her veins... IT took no more coaxing before she blinked her eyes open to reveal the mystery, she blinked several times before that surprised dug its claws in. Those desires were all but thrust to the background as her eyes feasted on that gorgeous red bike that stood before her. The Ducatti was nothing short of perfection. Tetradore spoke to respond to that query of hers. That reply was nothing short of humourous, slicing through her own bafflement to laugh. "He obviously needed a friend... and his owner wanted some... company? Am I warmer?" Mira uttered amusedly as she turned within that grasp, fighting that urge to fondle that bike. How easily those teasing words left her in that playful challenge. His own words practically egging her on. While she didn't doubt in his own skill, she was equally self-assured in her own... even though perhaps the woman was out of practice. "Is that challenge?" She rose her brow at him, oh she hoped so. She grinned before wrapping her arms around his neck and placed a quick playful kiss upon his lips, a teasing tongue traced his upper lips before pulling back. "Because we might need to play for keeps..." That mischievous expression said it all.

He so revealed the extent of his plans and her golden eyes widen, just how well he knew her. It was near startling to her. That or perhaps... he was a damn good listener. "It's like you know me or something. Everything is better on a bike, it's the best way to feel the road." It was truly an arcane thing, but one she felt all the same. But where were these roads her spoke of? What could he have possibly found? Tetradore easily gestured toward the bike with a nod of his head and to be completely honest she needed very little prompting, she was practically chomping at the bit to her hands on that mean sexy machine. "We can't possibly keep those roads waiting can we. It would be a sin." That was hardly a question at all, that excitement bursting to examine her mount for this mysterious excursion. She pulled away as he dropped his hands from her waist, before they moved to those alluring bikes. It was a beautiful machine, without a doubt in her mind, it gleamed, its newness ever apparent. "You didn't get this just for this? Did you?" How oblivious she truly was, the woman almost needed the manner of gifts spelled out for her and yet she was equally as content just to be able to ride it. How she had been craving this more than she had even realized.

It was brand new, never driven before, she could hardly help the way her fingers run along it before she picked up that bag of food, securing it before tucking that motorcycle helmet underneath her arm. "Its beautiful.." Mira mused, that admiration clear in her words. She so allowed her eyes to oogle that bike with equal adoration, she couldn't wait to feel that power beneath her. How long had he been planning this? She couldn't help but wonder, she stole a glance upon him as she nestled herself upon that bike, wondering if maybe there was more to these sporadic heated embraces. No, she couldn't be thinking like that. But was it so wrong?

Being on that bike felt familiar, comfortable like she had never missed out on a day of riding. She eyed the controls, to make sure everything was where it should be, noticing the low number on the speedometer betraying how new that bike truly was. It hadn't been touched, not before her. That realization just barely settling within her mind before she knocked that kickstand up with a deft kick with the toe of her boot before placing those keys easily into the ignition. She flashed him grin, once you knew how to ride a bike, you never truly forgot. It was like imprinted on your soul and damn did it speak to her. That anticipation in those moments was crystal clear. How those bikes she had learned on and rode paled in comparison to this beauty. He reached out for her hand as if snapping her out of her own thoughts. "Oh! We are going to teleport?" That surprise danced within her words. She reached to place her own hand into his, wrapping her fingers within his own. Mira couldn't like, she found her legs clamping down around her bike as if bracing for what she knew was coming. Her free hand grasping onto the handlebar probably a little tighter than anticipated. "Okay... take me away and please for the love of all that is Ducati.. Don't drop me.." she could hardly help the nervousness that crept within her voice, the first time he had teleported her she had been reduced to a clinging mess.

I'd rather be dangerous;