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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

when i saw everything is good, but now you're the only thing that's good

Posted on July 12, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford

lost souls and reverie

The Ark had definitely been a daunting prospect, more so perhaps than she had even realized when she had come in so desperate for the position. Luckily a pretty smile and a tight-fitting top could often curb even the most riled of tempers, and the recent discovery of her own ability to influence those inhibitions was a good reinforcement. Those powers however were still unpredictable and not quite under control enough for her to use them on any kind of consistent basis. She was coming to find they were rather tied in to her own emotions and it made her more reluctant. However, she was coming to find that most of the time however the typical bartender tactics were more than enough. Still it was work she enjoyed, it kept her busy and it pleased her knowing she was doing a good enough job that Tetradore was sitting across from her now. If she wasn't performing up to his standards she had no doubt she would have been out on the street weeks ago.

It also had the added perk of cookies apparently, she thought as the munched on that delectable treat Tetra was using to bribe her into conspiring with him to hide the others. A daunting fact to be sure, and it seemed her first idea was a bit too extreme even for the alpha who went on to inquire about how she was finding the place. It seemed to prompt a bit of nostalgia from the man, but it wasn't something he seemed interested in expanding on too much. "Hard work pays off, I guess?" She honestly wondered how this place came to be, but honestly she was just thankful it had. There was no doubt without it she wouldn't have lasted as long in Sacrosanct as she had. Something which she hoped was reflected in her gratitude to him for giving her a chance.

All of which led to his questioning what exactly she had been doing the first time she stole into the freighter. Naturally it made her a bit nervous to discuss it with anyone, let alone the leader of the only other pack within the city. Reminding Tetra of exactly what she had been doing was the last thing she wanted, but she had come too far now. He seemed accepting of her answer at least, although it only seemed to further his interest in the topic. Her hazel eyes drew back to him at his question of what Frost had wanted with that amulet only giving her a moment to consider it before he laid another inquire before her. Long fingers drummed quietly on the cool countertop, but she shook her head gently. "No, he never said why and I never asked. Just that he wanted it and supplied me with a drawing so I would know what I was looking for. He paid me half up front and the other half was to follow after the job was done. In the end I mailed the money to the only address I could find for him and hoped he would call it even."

She shrugged softly, one hand raising to play with a stray strand of her golden curls. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she remembered the sense she had gotten from the man. "I haven't seen him since the day he showed up at my apartment to hire me, and I'm glad of it." The equine were was not a man to be trifled with, that she had sensed very quickly his words and actions easily making her think more of a snake than a horse.

Carolina Grace Bedford.