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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead

Posted on June 14, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.

The Were-King's emerald gaze stared up at the wooden contraption with some vague hint of bafflement. He'd never before actually seen a functioning roller coaster in reality. Sure, he'd seen them on television and sometimes Tobias' and his own video games featured abandoned derelict tracks that seemed to drift off into the air but this was quite different than anything he'd anticipated. For a moment, Tetradore seemed to hesitate as his gaze followed those twists and turns. Calliel, however, was nothing if not persistent, the girl beckoning him onwards and, in turn, the Were-King followed as they passed beneath those turns in that designated faster lane. With that special band fastened around his wrist, the wait time was near non-existent as the pair passed vibrantly decorated signs detailing the story of the historic ride. Tetradore followed her up the set of stairs and towards the ride itself, the man watching mutely as those giddy passengers filed off the peculiarly shaped cart....thing? Frankly, Tetradore wasn't even sure what to call it. He watched as Calliel held up her wrist band, his own wrist raising ever so slightly to mimic the girl at the staff's expectant gaze. They hardly had to wait more than a moment before the gate in front of them was opened, the pair gestured inside to take their chosen seat. Tetradore trailed after Calliel as he settled within the wagon beside her, only for a heavy bar to be slammed across his lap. Great. A bar. That wasn't...discouraging in the slightest.

His emerald eyes shifted at the sound of Calliel's feminine voice, her insistence that this was an honor caused his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly. "Uhh....thanks?" He half-inquired, the Were-King hardly aware of what exactly he was getting himself into. Watching and experiencing something were, as Tetradore knew well, two vastly different things. He glanced behind him as the staff continued to guide several other people in behind them, those bars clicking close over each guest's lap before they were waved forward with a shout. The Alpha was hardly prepared for the sudden jerk of the cart as it lunged forward, the less than smooth lurch caused the corners of his lips to tilt downwards ever so slightly. Those sports cars he frequently drove were far...smoother than this. Though, he supposed this was the equivalent of a train. Sluggishly, the wagon started to climb with each audible click up a steep incline, the Were-King easily resting his head against the headrest as his emerald eyes surveyed the height they ascended with inquisitiveness. He certainly had no reason to worry, Matteo, after all, had literally dropped the man from a higher altitude than this in some effort to get some point across. His curious inspection of the ground from their position, however, was interrupted by Calliel's voice, the girl immediately awarded with his attention. Those instructions she gave him caused his eyebrow to arch ever so slightly though he supposed he had no reason to argue. Closing his eyes against fear was never Tetradore's forte. Arm waving, however, was another matter entirely.

"Okay." The Were-King answered simply, the Alpha never one to mince words. Despite his agreement, however, his enthusiasm for Calliel's insistence was less than stellar as they neared the top of that hill. His arms were hardly raised much at all beneath the intensity of her scrutiny, his hands hardly coming above his shoulders and yet...at least they weren't on the bar? That's all that she had demanded, wasn't it? His emerald eyes, however, slowly followed hers as the coaster paused at the very edge of that hill for one breathless moment, those tracks all the more...inquisitive. He was hardly prepared for the coaster's sudden lurch forward, the cart near speeding along those tracks as gravity took over, propelling it forward all the faster. Tetradore was well aware of those screams that echoed behind him and yet, not a shout left the man's lips as they sped along, dropping quickly only to be jolted side to side before looping upside down in a way he hadn't anticipated. The speed, in and of itself, was entirely normal to him, in a way. After all, the Alpha often enjoyed the high speeds of his sports cars and motorcycles. The loops however, were altogether new. And then - just as quickly as it began, the whole ride was over. How...disappointing. Tetradore caught the excited grin upon Calliel's features, the Alpha simply offering her a glimpse of a simper as the two climbed off the ride. He trailed behind Calliel as she called out over her shoulder something to do with...photos?

"Photos?" He inquired as he followed her, only to continue with a different line of inquiry. "That one was....really short. Are there longer ones?" Tetradore trailed after her towards an enthusiastically decorated hut, filled with several mounted screens. His own gaze traced the pictures outlined upon it, only to find the very same one that had earned Calliel's attention. Great. They took photos. A soft sigh left his lips through the Were-King said nothing of his distaste for those pictures, nor his feelings upon the ride in general as Calliel declared she'd find one he'd smile on. Was that what all this was for? His eyebrow rose ever so slightly and yet...the boy was at least game for more of those momentary flutterings of adrenaline and speed that he loved so much. Much of their morning and afternoon was spend indulging in those very rides - those wooden coasters failing to incite any real reaction from the man beyond a vague sort of contentment. It was, admittedly, those faster metal coasters that prompted even a glimpse of enjoyment from Were-King, rewarding Calliel on the occasion with her muchly coveted smile. Even so, with all those rides, with those continual sensations of adrenaline and fluttering within his stomach, Tetradore found himself both peculiar tired and, more importantly, hungry. His own nose twitched ever so slightly at the scent of food as they exited yet another ride, Calliel clearly smelling the same as she suggested he get himself something to eat while she went in search of one of the funnel cakes. "Sounds good."

Tetradore moved easily towards those food stands, the Were-King glancing over the menus before finding something he was....curiously interested in. The line was long enough that the dish seemed....promising, prompting Tetradore to wait as each individual before him placed and got their meals. Eventually, the Were-King returned to that table in question with pieces of some sort of fried meat upon his plate. "They're called alligator bites....I didn't even know you could fry alligator." Tetradore commented as he placed that plate on the table across from him, the name alone baffling enough that, clearly, he had to eat it.

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