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 (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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

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Posted on July 26, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Carolina Grace Bedford.

The lyrics danced on her lips, mumbled just on the edges of legibility and tune mostly swallowed by the music that resonated in the cavernous hull of the freighter. She couldn't help how the melody caused her body to sway gently to the tune, so easy to lose ones self in those easy cadences as she often did in the early hours before the bar opened for business and she got lost in a different tide of distraction. Still she was not so lost in her tasks that she didn't notice the distinct sound of foot falls as they crossed the hard floor drawing her attention. To say she was surprised to find a slender man with a tousle of dark hair crossing the room towards her was an understatement, it was an exceedingly rare occurrence for anyone not pack or staff to be here so early in the day but he seemed to know what he was doing, or at least acted like it. Still as he placed the envelope on the bar with the ship-owners name so cleanly printed in dark ink she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Though the delivery boy seemed at a loss in regard to how to actually pronounce her boss' name.

She easily cleared up his confusion, it wouldn't do to have him running around mispronouncing the Nightshade's alphas name especially in these parts, at least not if he wanted to live a decent life. He repeated the name after her, as if testing how it would sound coming from his own lips. "Don't wear it out," she commented softly with a smirk. For all his decorum and jumpiness the man seemed like he wanted to relax, a bartenders proficiency for reading her audience perhaps For a moment she considered helping him with that, but a part of her was more interested to see what he would do on his own... for now at least. He seemed less than impressed with her response to what exactly this place was, however, though she wasn't sure how anyone in this city could be unaware what took place in the Ark to some degree unless he was incredibly new to Sacrosanct. She wrinkled her nose in sarcastic response to his retort that he had seen the name on his way in, as if anyone could miss it. However, once she continued on he seemed to gain some understanding of the place.

Although he seemed a bit incredulous about the whole idea of anyone having a good time here. "Not everyone comes to fight or even to watch them, though that's obviously the biggest draw. Sometimes you just need a dark corner in a bar where no one is asking questions." Her slender shoulders shrugged gently, leaving her comment on the table for him to interpret how he wished. Of course, all their clients were Weres, and the fact that he was not began to make her question whether he should be here at all. She had worked at the Ark for a decent amount of time now, and while she knew of the owner's distaste for Vampires she wasn't too sure how pleased they would be about any non-Were being within their home. What, exactly, he was however still escaped her as if it was a word dancing just on the tip of her tongue but out of her recollection.

Reaching for the envelop that lay between them she pulled it towards her inquiring about its contents. His near lyrical voice pulled her gaze back up to him as he elaborated on what it contained. She couldn't help the laughter that bubbled in her chest at his reply, of course it was speeding tickets and the fact that this man was the one delivering it shed much more light on what he likely was. "I'll see what I can do, but no guarantees of course." She moved the envelope fluidly to the side, more interested in sizing up the errand boy who had been sent into the leopard's den. "You must be new around here." It was a question covered in a statement of obvious fact, as she reached under the bar and pulled out two glasses placing them on the bar where the envelope had been before, looking up at him with curiosity, a drink could tell a lot about a person.

Run away with me
Lost souls and reverie
Running wild and running free
Two kids, you and me
Long live the pioneers
Rebels and mutineers
Go forth and have no fear
Come close the end is near