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

to see a marching band, he said son when you grow up

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Dorian Ellington-Aragona

That birthday card, Dorian was sure, was a matter of pride. How diligently the Monarch worked! Dorian determined that the first birthday he truly spent with his sibling would be memorable and indeed, such a memorable occasion surely required the right birthday card. Dorian had insisted that nothing store-bought would ever do. The Fae King, instead, having taken to his art room with those sheets of paper and card and coloured pencils and watercolour paints with the sole determination of designing something for his sibling. Something unique and meaningful and gloriously decorated in just that fashion that he had, once, decorated those very letters he had exchanged with Sebastian. Aiden had, of late, seemed unusually...withdrawn. His brother had always been of a quiet demeanor and yet their time spent together in Italy had shown him that Aiden was more then capable of talkative exuberance when something of interest seemed to captivate him enough to prompt his excitement. It was as if nothing had been exciting to his sibling in any sense over those past few weeks. Dorian so hardly required his powers of observation to know something was...distressing his younger sibling and yet neither Matteo nor Aiden would speak openly upon the topic. Alexander too, Dorian suspected, knew very much what the issue was. Alexander, after all, so had a habit of knowing everything about everyone even if he rarely spoke of it and yet his grandfather had proven equally staunch on the subject. That birthday, in the least, was so at last an opportunity for the Monarch to channel that very fretting over his siblings well being into something constructive. Dorian determined that it would be the most glorious of birthday cards.

Dorian's attention shifted but briefly away from that card before him to allow his own silver gaze to linger upon his husband and grandfather in turn, the pair of men organising that black bow upon the hood of that sleek car. How very.....black that gift was. Dorian having attempted to insist a bow of any other colour might surely improve that look and yet he had been so resoundingly voted down by all save Sebastian whom, he suspected, was merely trying to be supportive. Still, he supposed, Aiden had shown a great preference for those black cars when they had been Italy. That bow so adding to that shadowed, masculine look his sibling would appreciate. Aiden, he knew, would positively adore that car, he was sure of it. Dorian himself willing to admit that he found he rather fancied it. Those sleek lines and leather interior so coupled with that shape and drive and the glorious sound it made when turned on was nothing short of wonderful! It's previous owner had been decidedly unwilling to part with it, even for the very King of Italy and yet- his and Sebastian arrival at the man's home, in person, had flustered him terribly. He had not believed, he said, that they would truly come, even despite the French Ambassadors insistence. Sebastian had been nothing short of incredible in that process of negotiation. His husband possessing a distinct talent for such arrangements. Dorian assured the vampires training in that field of law having assisted him decidedly and yet how terribly wonderful it was to watch Sebastian 'work' in just that manner. Dorian, for his part, had set about endearing himself to the mans wife and too- praising that home they lived within by taking an interest in that architecture and gardens with such good natured delight that they had, quickly, become quote at ease with both the Monarch and Prince. Beings whom felt comfortable, after all, were so often far more agreeable.

Securing that car had taken several hours of negotiation and the acceptance of a dinner invitation with that couple that Sebastian and himself had promised to attend next month. Yet, for that delight it might bring Aiden it was surely worth it. Matteo's sudden query upon that card readily prompted Dorian's attention to return to it with the instance it was still not quite right. The Monarch determined to add those finishing touches despite his Father's over dramatic sigh. It was Sebastian, however, whom appeared beside him then. Dorian leaning back from that card to display that truly immaculate artwork. The border of that card had been coloured in to depict a red ribbon that wove its way around the entire card, that Happy Birthday just below it having been crafted in glorious calligraphy with the beginning letter of each word decorated in black and gold. Below those words and decorating the card itself was a near flawless drawing of that very Bugatti, depicted in a parked position upon those wide open roads of Italy that Aiden had adored so much, that countryside around it flourishing and green and alive with those wildflowers and deer. A large black panther, a depiction of Aiden himself and one that Sebastian had insisted he consult an animal atlas to draw (after the disaster of the camelopard and several other animals), lay sprawled in relaxation across the bonnet of the car in a clear effort to sun itself in that sweet Italian sunshine. That drawing was wonderfully detailed, a blend of pencil and watercolour.

"Do you like it?"

His gaze shifted upward to Sebastian then. Dorian so seeking that ready approval of his husband before at last declaring that card ready for each of them to sign as he rose from his seated position before signing his name upon the inside and below that Happy Birthday message that wished Aiden well on his birthday with love from his Family. That card was passed readily around before being returned to Dorian. Matteo insisting they should wait outside, Aiden sure to arrive at any moment. His Father gave those final orders, even Alexander seeming content to follow them before that group wandered out of the warehouse and onto the street outside- that heavy steel door slid across to conceal the car within. How terribly exciting it all was! The Fae King so moved to take his place beside Sebastian then, his free hand warmly settling within Sebastian's own as they waited. Aiden, just as Matteo promised, so rounding that corner a few moments later. His sibling appearing distinctly surprised to see them all when he had anticipated Dorian alone. Matteo's sudden query on what he had told Aiden to prompt him to arrive here readily saw Dorian reveal that ploy. His Father insistence that this was why Aiden looked confused earning the Frenchman a veritable huff. Matteo offering him a curious look before muttering something to Alexander about how Aiden was passing on bad habits. Matteo's insistence that Aiden might not respond as others would to that gift so prompted a near curious look to Dorians features and yet he was not unwilling to admit that Aiden was a decidedly ...closed individual. His brother prone to saying far more with his looks than his words and yet in this Dorian was near assured.

"He shall adore it, I'm sure."

Dorian Aragona