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 (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

Every step you take on the burning sand, slowly sinking deeper;

Posted on July 30, 2019 by Mira Ramos

Once inside that dimly lit room belonging to Tetradore, it became quite clear that her presence was hardly wanted. It was the first time seeing him upon her return from who knows where. Tetradore had practically disappeared from the face of the earth, only recently having returned to the Ark. No one knew where he went, or why... except for Tobias, who was little help in pinpointing just where he went... or why he simply disappeared without a trace. Without a text, a call, anything to indicate that he was alright except for that pack bond they had forged. It was not uncommon for Tetradore to go missing in action, days at a time... but weeks? That sudden distance so blatantly felt, and entirely... left field, especially considering the bond they had seemed to nurture, as unintentional as it was. Now, Mira was hardly the kind of woman to be clingy by any means, there was nothing formal uttered between them. The duo seemed content to relish in what seemed like no strings. Yet... so soon after that trip... after those gifts, that connection was hardly undeniable. Not that the woman was searching for anything more than they had. Somewhere along the way.. They had crossed a line. One she hardly was aware of crossing. And then he ghosted.. But to simply sever that connection and then barely meet her eyes here and now? Well that stung.. probably more than she should have ever allowed it to. That feeling only made worse, by Tobias' bristling and that declaration that Tetradore had no desire to speak with her. He had weeks to not speak with her... weeks of space that he had apparently needed. Why? Was still a mystery the she would hardly could solve. One she wasn't even sure she wanted to know the answer to.

"I think he had made that abundantly clear Tobi..." She refused to allow that hurt to peer out of her molten eyes that had drifted from Tobias to Tetradore again. It was undeniable that he seemed.... Miserable. Perhaps caused from her? Her alpha seemed nothing more than a shell, receiving nothing more than a frown, as if displeased by her very existence. Tobias seemed to watch her, almost in a doglike fashion, obviously wanting her to leave. Expecting her to hightail it out of here. Not going to happen. Like it or not, despite their want of her lack of presence it hardly stopped what had happened. Maeve was gone. Stolen right from under their noses. Someone on their territory, under their protection. The very thought alone, caused her eyes to flash with resolve. Her body stiffening as she stood that much taller.... Standing her ground.

Mira's golden eyes refused to avert, not in this.. not at all. She placed her hands at her hips, feet firmly in place as she reported her findings. She would damn well make them listen, even though they seemed so intent to banish her like some kind of intruder. Mira wanted nothing more than to take a moment to herself, away from the utter frustration that swirled inside of her in that very moment. But not until... Maeve was safely returned. Even if it meant going without the pack. Hell it would have been so much easier than to be so blatantly ignored. Even if she had to track the damn suv through the streets of Sacrosanct, herself, she would damn well find the fae child. She had thought the fae's name would be enough to snap Tetradore out of his funk, but not even the barest of recognition crossed his familiar features. For a moment she all but stared at him long and hard, expecting something... anger... anger for maeve, or even anger directed at her.. something, anything. If he was done with her, she could live with that. He could have said the words instead of becoming nothing more than a ghost. How she had thought he had respected her more than this kind of rejection, this kind of dejected response. For but a moment, she was unable to keep that hurt from her expression.. prying her gaze from her alpha toward Tobias once more.

How odd it was to get more of a response from him than Tetradore himself... A sigh escaped the emerald eyed panther, at least it was something. He seemed like a man in pain.. or had been and then simply gave up. For whatever reason, whether it be the pack bond or that other bond he seemed so intent to ignore, she could hardly help that sense of concern. Now was not the time to question it.. to call him out.. to ask him if he was okay even despite she wanted nothing more than to ask.

A scowl seemed to overtake Tobias' face then... good.. she had gotten through to someone. "Exactly why we need to get her back." Apparently danger lurked close to home no matter who you were, her arms fell to her side then. There was still frustration that it happened so close to home and no one was able to prevent it, that she wasn't able to. Suddenly Tobias' face shifted into one of consideration and curiousity.

"The first thing that has made the most sense all week.." She shrugged her shoulders, trying to focus on the task at hand and not the dejected alpha lost to himself, that furrowed expression the only indication that he was still... somewhat present. Tobias shifted into action, his lanky limbs moving with a sudden purpose, possessed by a plan of his own making. Truly, at this point she was glad for any input at all. How he knew where she was.... That sudden demand for her to come caused a sigh to escape her. "Now they want me... and men say women are difficult." She huffed out loud, knowing her words would fall upon deaf ears.

She stepped forward then from her safe, easy to retreat position by the door. "So.. we have a plan?" Apparently, they did. How his attention shifted to Tetradore then, her presence once again frustratingly ignored. That change in his voice changed significantly, when Tobi talked to his companion, his brother. None of the command he had given her and every bit tender and caring. Mira fell silent, before that magic peppered the air. Tobias seemingly working his mojo. She didn't know if she should have been alarmed or not. He grasped both of them.... Suddenly and in an instant... they teleported. Mira could not deny being a little surprised about that unannounced plan.. but this certainly.... Sped up the process immensely. One minute she was within the depths of the ark, inside Tetradore's room. The next... she was... in some warehouse... smelling of fish and ocean air. Almost immediately the trio were met with the horrid gut wrenching cries from the fairy. Those faenappers making short work of the torture they induced.

But first, she had to determine where she was. Mira was lost in tangle of fishing nets, inside one of those crates harboring it and.... Now her. The more she tried to loosen that hold, the more she found herself tangled further. She grumbled her evident frustration, her lips forming into a grim line. This was utter bullshit. "To think I was going to share my cookie stash with you.... Not happening...." She declared her threat, grumbling to herself once more before she called upon her powers of incineration, uncaring that she might be inadvertently setting herself on fire.. she hardly cared at this point. The faster they rescued the girl the better. That power put to the test, melting away those lines in a burst of glowing embers burst around her falling like snow. Ha.. Mira vs. Fishingnets... had a victor. She so suddenly sprang free from that crate, and out of it a moment later. Her golden eyes befallen.... A more that pitiful sight Of Tobi's back to the assailants who were now alerted to their presence by the gleeful cry of Maeve, relieved to see her saviours. In reality, they couldn't appear anymore harmless....

With Tobias to his back to the hunters, who seemed far more inclined to to place a blanket over Tetradore's head... Those hunters were now alert and launching into actions upon the sudden intruders. "Hold tight kitkat... We've got you..... I think." She called out.. she hoped. She didn't want to inspire lack of confidence.. but considering their current state, they were a damn mess.

"Boys.. look alive will you? We have friends coming." She warned. Those hunters already moving toward them, maybe five in total. The leader, or what it seemed, stared directly right at the men who were in their own lala land... when the hunter yelled with utter hatred, a curse on his lips.. 'Shifters!'

The rescue team was here...

Mira felt her powers rise all the same, ready to rescue the boys should they need it, scanning that room for the little girl that brought them here.

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