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

I can make the stars dance

Posted on July 07, 2019 by NADYA
Wake up to your dreams
And watch them come true

It served Frost right for not joining her out tonight. There was no way Nadya could deny dancing, especially with a partner who said they preferred older styles. That should could definitely get behind. It had been far too long since Nadya had graced a floor with these steps but how easily they came back to her. That whisper of hers for him to keep up met with a smirk that had Nadya once more repressing an eye roll. How cocky this young buck was. As they moved across the floor surrounded by the awed onlookers, Nadya couldn't help but muse at his competence for the dance. Of course she wasn't about to bring that to his attention lest it boast his already inflated ego.

Nadya let that music take over as she so often did, that ebb and flow of leading and being led and that connection that dancing with another brings. When the music ceases she follows his spin out, though she couldn't help the quirk of her brow when he kissed the back of her hand. How odd. "...Nadya." She saw no harm in at least giving her name seeing as he gave his. "I'm sure Lola would love the next dance." Movement over Marcelo's shoulder had caught Nadya's attention. Even in the dim background her honed eyesight was able to pick out a man stalking someone heading for the exit. As if that wasn't suspicious at all.

The young brunette offered a small smile as she stepped away from Marcelo, making her way through the crowd following the stalker and victim. She would have much preferred to be in her feline form but she was at least more capable now in her human form than before thanks to Frost's training. The night air was wet with a fine mist of rain that had rolled through the West from the nearby docks. The streetlights here were sparse and offered only pockets of lights giving far too much chance at cover for her liking. Still, she was able to see the wobbling drunken individual in the distance being followed by the Hunter. How she knew it was Hunter was by the telltale dagger he held in his hand close to his hip. Those elaborately carved handles and softly glowing blades she had come to know.

She had to wait until they were a safe distance from the bar as she couldn't risk any other innocents to be caught in the crossfire. Her whole plan was to sneak up behind the Hunter and take him down before he could reach whatever supernatural he had decided to take on as a victim. However, what wasn't expected was a second Hunter. Nadya's attention had been so focused on the pair in front of her and the rain had dampened the scents so much that she hadn't noticed a second in the shadows. It was unusual for Hunters to work together, such solitary creatures in this city that it caught her off guard to all of a sudden have a Hunter grabbing her from behind. The dagger this one carried dug into her side bringing droplets of blood to the surface of her skin.

Nadya inhaled sharply in surprise as she grabbed the Hunter's wrist to keep the blade from digging any further. Her ability lashed out violently, piercing his brain with enough pain to cause him to shout and release her, staggering back. Now she really wished she was in her feline forms with teeth and claws to back up her abilities. Nadya quickly put space between herself and the staggering Hunter as he clutched his head. The commotion had called the other one to abandon his target which had taken off in fear and rush towards Nadya and his fallen comrade.

Nadya Tetradore