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

the plans that they have made

Posted on August 31, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE

The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.

A soft breath left Tetradore's lips as his emerald eyes watched the end credits run across the screen in front of him. His controller fell lightly on the sofa next to him as, slowly, his head leaned back upon the sofa. His emerald eyes fluttered towards the ceiling and yet, the Were-King merely stared at the drywall with a glimpse of utter indifference. That catchy tune was the only sound within his otherwise silent bedroom - the pack purposefully kept at an arm's length, his own lack of interest within them was only further facilitated by his Beta's determination to keep them at bay. He knew they had noted the difference within their Alpha. Raven had cornered him at the cafe and that hurt within Mira's gaze that night they'd strove to rescue Maeve was unforgettable. Even despite their clear care, Aiden still found himself retreating to those same lies and half-hearted assurances he had offered everyone the entirety of his life. It was better this way, or so he had convinced himself. They would all be better off without him, safer without the torment that accompanied his every step lest they too fell prey to the same fate of that poor woman he'd both murdered and devoured. Her demise still haunted him, combined with those nightmares fueled from the hallucinations Risque had lately taken to assault him with. It was as she knew just how close to that very boundary he stood and strove to push him over the edge and into the oblivion of brokenness.

It was the beep of his phone that drew Tetradore's gaze from the ceiling, the corner of his lips tilted downward in a small frown before yet another message came across the once dark screen...and another. Tetradore had hardly forgotten what today was. The date, and it's significance certainly not lost on him. He was, in some manner, anticipating his adoptive father's antics and yet, it was the fact that it was Dorian's name on his screen that caused him to reach for the mobile device. Surely Matteo hadn't told his real son of his birthday too...had he? A small frown fluttered across his features as his fingers flicked across the screen. His gaze swept over those words Dorian had messaged him, only for his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. How had Dorian managed to get lost within the warehouse district? The Ark itself loomed upon the horizon, nearly visible the moment anyone stepped foot upon the docks. Furthermore, he could scarcely believe that the royal fae was allowed out, at night, alone. He had gotten a fairly decent feel for Dorian's husband during that week he'd spent with the pair in Italy. Sebastian was almost always there as soon as the sunset. Matteo would kill him if something happened to Dorian within his territory, especially if the Italian had texted him and he had continued to ignore his brother the same way he had for the most of the month.

His fingers lightly tapped upon the screen as he informed Dorian he'd be there in a moment. It took Tetradore a moment to disentangle himself from the blanket he had cocooned himself in, only for the man to stretch his figure in a distinctly feline fashion. He glanced towards the window only to fetch his shoes and a light jacket. Despite the summer warmth, there was a distinct coolness to those evening hours that spoke of the promise of autumn to come. Tetradore slid his cell phone within his pocket before the Were-King abandoned his bedroom, the man all but silent as he passed down the hallway and rooms of his pack members, regardless of who spoke a word to him. A small nod of acknowledgement was the only glimpse he gave Jackal before leaving the Ark - those fights already starting somewhere behind him. He knew, vaguely, the very area that Dorian claimed to be lost within and yet, he hardly trusted the fae to pay attention to those details as to where he truly was. There were, after all, several boat repair facilities within the West. His pace was lackadaisical as Aiden meandered towards the first of such facilities that sat on the edge of the dock's and provided a view of both the boats and water. His hands were shoved within his jeans, his features as apathetic as he had become known for over the years.

He heard the faint sound of a heavy door sliding close with an audible thud, though Aiden thought particularly little of it. Those warehouses, after all, were largely used by the numerous corporations within downtown Sacrosanct - storing products coming and going from Sacrosanct's docks. Tetradore rounded the corner to the first of those feasible locations - only for the man to stop abruptly within his tracks. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he eyed that small congregation in front of a seemingly innocuous building across from a boat repair facility. An almost confused glimpse crossed his features - Tetradore was...rather certain that Dorian had informed him that he had gotten lost alone and yet...there was the entirety of his family eying him almost expectantly. The Were-King glanced over his shoulder, noting the shadowed hulking shape of his own cargo ship in the distance before he moved closer towards them. He was hardly oblivious to the hushed muttering exchanged between the small group as he approached and yet, his present form lacked those supernatural senses of his feline body.

He paused in front of the group of them, that one concern quickly replaced with a glimpse of skepticism as he gestured lightly over his shoulder. "How the fuck do all four of you fail to find the giant fucking cargo ship in the distance?" He inquired bluntly, clearly calling the group out on the lie he had been told. His eyebrow rose as he watched the group of four, clearly looking for an explanation from one of them and yet, the wrapped box within Sebastian's hand had not escaped his notice either. Oh. So this was what this was about. It seemed like Matteo still hadn't forgotten what today was either...he just...didn't expect the fae to drag everyone into whatever nonsense the Frenchman had in store for him.