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

and though you're dead and gone believe me

Posted on September 10, 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.

Despite the often callous facade that Tetradore showed the equally as heartless world, there were a distinct few individuals (exactly two, to be precise) in which the Alpha found himself utterly incapable of being insensitive towards. That genuine glee with which his sibling seemed to look up at him with as he was presented with that meticulously decorated cardstock utterly destroyed that very desire that Tetradore had to push the fae from him - emotionally, that was. Any word he might have offered was cut short if only for the prominent weight of those blue-green irises upon him. Briefly, the striking emerald of his own gaze stared at his grandfather, the Were-King momentarily torn between those lingering desires for that utter isolation and some deep-seated want to be worth that very look that Dorian had offered him, to be that good brother that he had, for the entirety of his life, failed to be. Hesitantly, the Alpha cleared his throat, only to offer a rather shortened glimpse of appreciation, one that was admittedly pitched with a vague inquiry of whether or not such was the correct answer when he was rather certain a card was not worth the clear effort Dorian had put into it. That small nod the Macedonian man provided him at least indicated some level of acceptance, though Dorian seemed...not nearly as convinced. Thankfully, any further effort he might have been required to make was momentarily staved off by the ebony box that he was abruptly handed.

Slowly, his fingers toyed at the edges of that matte black wrapping, the Alpha peeling away the sleek paper to reveal a wooden box beneath. A number was imprinted upon it - an age, perhaps? Though Tetradore was hardly against any sort of liquor, it was the very declaration of all his family had done to acquire what rested within his palms that prompted that blatant confusion. A trip to Europe...for a bottle of whiskey? Sure, Tetradore relished in drowning his sorrows at the bottom of a bottle but...surely he could purchase something online without requiring to take a plane trip, couldn't he? His gaze slowly turned upwards towards them, the man noting, for the first time, that almost smug look that seemed to afflict each of those faces before him - as if they were entirely pleased with the present they had procured. A singular syllable left his lips, his voice trailing off with notable uncertainty on what they truly expected from him. Was a bottle of whiskey he could get himself worth such utter elation from the group? That chuckled mirth from Matteo's lips only furthered the furrow of his brows as the Frenchman reached out with cupped palm. After a short exchange, Tetradore was left staring at a pair of initials he knew strikingly well inlaid within a carbon fiber set of keys. Bugatti. Even that knowledge of the brand, however, hardly prepared him for what lay behind the door that Sebastian slid open - that sleek ebony car so perfectly rested until a weak pool of light, calling to him in all of its magnificent glory.

For several painfully long moments, that sheer disbelief left him merely staring at the breathtaking vehicle. God, how many articles had he read on this car? How many times had he looked over a multitude of pictures with such longing? The very cost of the vehicle had been enough to make him balk, even before the announcement that it had already been sold. It was a vehicle he thought he'd never actually see within his life - an enigma that escaped in the depths of some collector's garage and now...here it was....sitting in front of him. He could hardly believe it. The card that dangled by his fingertips suddenly seemed all the more relevant, now that he had realized the subtle hint Dorian had been affording him. That black Bugatti upon those Italian country roads was the exact same one that now waited for him alone. Sluggishly, Tetradore stepped into the depths of the warehouse, his emerald eyes took in every facet of the vehicle as he moved in a slow circle around the car, scarcely daring to even touch it lest it proved to merely be a figment of his imagination. It was only at the sight of that sign on the very back of the car that Aiden finally allowed his fingers to reach out and touch the vehicle, the man simply feeling those cursive letters beneath his fingertips. With a soft breath of from his lips, Tetradore moved back around the front of the car, the man simply standing before the hood.

His silence persisted within those moments, the Alpha entirely overwhelmed not only with that gift but the very emotions that assaulted him at both the vehicle's presence and the simple efforts his family had gone through just for him. Hesitantly, his finger pressed against the key fob nestled within the palm of his hand, those bright LED lights flashing in front of him as the car responded with an almost eager beep. It was such a minute noise and yet, somehow, it was that very sound that seemed to finally confirm to the man the very realness of that present in front of him. His head shook ever so slightly in disbelief as Aiden turned to face his family with a faint glimpse of a simper tucked within the corner of his lips. His inquiry on how they had managed this of all things, however, died upon his lips, those words all but failing him. His very question, however, only seemed to further the grins upon those faces that stared back at him as Matteo finally stepped forward. Gently, Matteo's hand rested upon his shoulder, offering him an almost reassuring squeeze before the fae softly reuttered exactly how they had managed to acquire such a fantastical car just for him. It was the fae's inquiry on whether or not he had thought they'd gone through such effort for the whiskey that prompted a snort from Aiden's nose as his emerald eyes turned back towards the large ebony bow upon the vehicle's hood.

The sudden request for the wooden box and the card within his hands, however, drew his attention back towards his father as Aiden dumbly deposited those items within Matteo's grasp. Admittedly, he'd hardly considered sitting in the car, much less even turning it on, his own thoughts still struggling to catch up to the very concept that it was his. The Were-King made his way towards the driver side door, his fingers only just reaching for the indentation so peculiarly located under the side mirror before Matteo's teasing tone stopped him. His gaze fluttered towards the fae at the sound of his name. "Hm?" Aiden inquired, only for the Frenchman to insist he shouldn't drive too fast. His emerald eyes rolled near automatically in response, "Yeah, whatever dad." He responded with an almost chuckled scoff, the Alpha finally allowing some glimpse of...glee to his features as he uttered that very word he had for so long refused to grant the fae that had practically raised him. Tetradore hardly paid any heed to the snort from his grandfather as he opened the vehicle's scissor doors. That conversation altogether ignored as the Alpha slid into that low sitting seat. His gaze drifted over the crisp, clean interior, that grin all the more apparent upon his features as he placed that fob into the small hole so perfectly made for it.

His finger hovered over that start button and yet, before he could press down upon it, Dorian's Italian accent all but distracted him. He glanced upwards at his sibling, that grin upon the fae's lips hardly wavering as he inquired whether or not he might be permitted to sit inside the vehicle. "It's open." He answered easily, his head nodding towards the passenger side door as Tetradore finally reached for his own door, pulling it down and closed with a soft thud. He waited only as long as it took for Dorian to get into the car before his finger pressed that lit up, white ringed button. The car near immediately roared to life beneath his hands, that grin only widening upon his features. "Bet you we could take a scenic route and still get there faster than them. Have you seen how Alexander drives?" He commented, his emerald eyes skirting over the trio as he put that car in drive, gingerly leading it out of the warehouse and onto the docks. God, he couldn't wait to get to the highway and see what this thing could really do.