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

No One Can Touch Me, Nothing Can Stop Me

Posted on August 24, 2019 by Calliel Alosi

Being part animal that doesn't eat meat is not easy. You don't realize how many delicious kinds of food are out in this world until you find out meat is involved. Gosh I miss meat. Tofu isn't the same. It honestly, truly isn't. I remember those fried alligator bites. The taste was quite unique, but pretty good. This is fair food and fair food isn't always the greatest thing in the world. He really should try alligator somewhere else, like grilled alligator...that would be better. A grilled alligator filet with Cajun spices, ugh, why did I have to turn into a god damn horse? At least I can eat the funnel cake. Using a plastic fork I happily dig into my own plate of funnel cake, because I have no desire to have powdered sugar on my fingers. There are lots of odd foods people have found ways to fry like ice cream and coffee. I have no idea what would possess a person to think fried coffee or ice cream sounds good, it sounds completely odd. Honestly, a madman would have to think of such thing. With a shrug of my shoulders I reply quite candidly.

"Hell if I know, but I've seen it for sale at other fairs and watch people eat it."

Even though I have more experience than Tetradore going to fairs that doesn't mean I know everything about them. Some foods are meant to be fried and some foods are not. Now that we're entering in the early afternoon we only had two other things to do. We could either go on the water park rides or spend a lot of money on games. Honestly, I really don't want to go on the wet rides. That means I have to walk around the park soaking wet and the thought of getting in my car to drive us back in half-wet clothes does not sound appealing at all. He is a male and what do all males love? Competition. They won't admit, but they do. If anyone had to make a list of the top 10 thinks males likes I would say competition is on that list. Maybe not at the top, but it's on there. His agreement to playing the games made me sigh in relief internally, thank God. Finishing up our meals I help grab our trash and carry it over to the bin to throw away. Heading on over towards the game area I eye some of the games, some are interesting and some are not. Hell, some are obviously rigged. As Tetradore stopped in front of a booth where you can throw some darts, I fold my arms and mutter quite softly while the carny walks away to grab some darts.

"Keep in mind you're going to lose some a lot of money."

When the carny comes back with the colorful darts I watch Tetradore pick them up and start to throw them at the wall full of colored balloons. He kept doing pretty well, but when the final dart mattered he missed. After a few minutes went by I offered to help out, taking the darts and popping some balloons. But hell, even I couldn't do it on the third try. With a very soft sigh I shake my head and stop trying after a few times. Leaving Tetradore to play with his darts I happily head over to try my luck with another game. Sliding over to my stool I hand over some cash and look up at the horses with their numbers on their side. Point of this game seemed easy enough. You have to roll the ball to fall into one of the holes. Depending upon the hole that ball falls into your horse can go forward slow, fast, or very fast. First horse that gets to the other side wins. This game can't be rigged right? Apparently not. Each person ended up being a winner and I was happily one of them. Heading back over to Tetradore with a little tiger in my hand I can tell that he still hasn't one when he continued to throw his darts. Coming back over to stand next to him, I watch as he aims and throws the darts. Looking over at the carny I can see him just standing to the side in the corner, just staring only at the darts and not Tetradore. As Tetradore went for the next round, right before he aims on the third try I sneakily cause the carny to lose his ability to see, and cause a little bit of a pain sensation crawl up his leg. Hearing the sound of a balloon popping, I smile as I stop the pain and return his eyesight back to him. While the carny grumbly gives Tetradore the large stuffed lion, I smile up at the Alpha all innocent like.

"Congrats on getting the lion, I'm sure your friend will enjoy it! I guess I ought to get you home before your business opens, yea?"

Every Were knows of the Ark. Hell, I've been in it and I took part of the fighting ring once, only once. It was an odd experience, nothing like the one where I had to help Alexander handle a rhino in the rain. Now that I'm learning how to be a cavalry horse it's quite interesting. I think I won't look like an idiot if I tried fighting in the ring again, but tonight I have no interest to try. We each one a prize and now if Tetradore ever played the 'Never Have I Ever' game, he can drink when someone asks if he ate funnel cake or rode a roller coaster. Eventually we exited the park and made our way to my car. Placing the little tiger on the console I turn the car on and once Tetradore slides in I encourage the vehicle forward and take us all the way back over to his home. Easing the car up towards the docks, I unlock the door to let him out giving him a small smile as he exited the car with the large stuffed lion.

"Well, I hope you had a pretty good day, thank you for tagging along with me! Wh don't you go on ahead and take the little tiger too, this way you have two toys for your friend."

Taking the tiger I gently toss it through the passenger window for him to catch. With a wave I move my car forward and move out of the West District, pondering what I'll do next with my time off.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable