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 August 16, 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.

A minute. Exactly sixty seconds of sheer unadulterated speed before that ride sluggishly drifted to a halt. It hardly seemed enough to the Were-King, the Alpha often striving for those very speeds within his sports car if only for the fleeting sensation of freedom they provided him. Even so, there was a certain appeal to that rush of adrenaline that filled his stomach with butterflies when the wooden roller coaster whirled down its rickety track and towards those loops and turns. It was enough to allow that faint hint of a simper to persist even as they stared at the photos upon those old television screens. Calliel's insistence that they could repeat the rides he particularly enjoyed, however, earned the girl little more than a grunt as his emerald irises glanced over the faces of ecstatic strangers. They lingered only for a moment longer before Tetradore allowed the girl to guide him throughout the park, those bands frequently used to skip the often winding lines as she dragged him on ride after ride. Although Tetradore hardly disliked those wooden roller coasters, they seemed far too...concise and...bumpy in comparison to the sleek, shining metal tracks. The very smoothness of the ride only contributed to that feeling of speed they were able to accomplish with each loop and plunge - the sensations all but delighting him even if his features hardly display the same screaming faces in those pictures Calliel seemed determined to look at each time. Frankly, he failed to see the appeal of the photographs but, it seemed to please the woman to spot their faces out of the multitude of others.

Subtle though it was, there was no denying the stoic Were-King became more...involved in those choices as they made their way around the Northern part of the park. Several of those rides were revisited a second time, some skipped altogether for looking 'too lame'. Either way, by the time lunch came, the pair had made their way through a majority of the roller coasters, leaving little more than water rides and carnival games to entertain their soon to be full stomachs. For several minutes, Tetradore was content to merely wander the food stands, his attention floating over the menus and the different fried greasy fair foods before one, in particular, captured his attention. Alligator. It was, admittedly, the sheer novelness of the meat that made the Alpha give in, inquisitively. A short line later and Tetradore found himself rejoining Calliel and her heaping plates of sugary treats with the fried meat of his own choosing. A curious glance was given towards the funnel cake she pushed towards him, the man mostly silent as Calliel informed him that his alligator was some odd mixture of chicken and pork and fish all rolled into one. Really, her explanation of it was enough to cause his eyebrow to raise, the man entirely uncertain of what to expect as he lifted that first bite to his lips. Calliel's announcement that fares had all sorts of fried foods caused the man to look up in a wholly baffled manner. "Ice cream....and coffee? How the fuck do you fry a liquid?" Tetradore inquired. Although the man certainly had little interest in the kitchen, he at least knew, vaguely, how frying worked.

Even despite how utterly baffled he was at this concept of frying liquids, Tetradore had to admit the alligator wasn't half so bad. Neither, frankly, was the funnel cake. In fact, the Were-King was vastly more interested in the fried sweet than his own meat though fried foods had never been really apart of his diet to enjoy them as much as the average individual in the first place. He glanced up from placing another piece of the funnel cake within his mouth as Calliel insisted they had either the water rides or the carnival games to try. An almost contemplative glimpse crossed his features though, he supposed he should bring back Tobias something from the venture that the boy didn't get to attend. "I guess we can check out the games." He responded with a small shrug across his shoulders, brushing the powder sugar off of his fingers. Tetradore helped Calliel collect their plates and the remnants of their lunch, tossing them in the trash as the girl led the way towards those carnival games. For several minutes the pair simply walked through those grounds, looking for the perfect prize to win before Tetradore committed himself to some game with tossing darts at balloons in an attempt to win a large lion that hung in the corner of the stall. The Were-King had little care for the amount of money he shelled out for both of their shared efforts to get the lion, though the man became convinced after their third failed attempt that those balloons were rigged to not break when his final dart kept missing. Nevertheless, with more money spent then the lion was probably worth, and nearly an hour of attempts later, Tetradore was the proud owner of that giant stuffed lion, tucked beneath his arm. Mission accomplished.

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