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 (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

yeah, you used to call me baby, now you calling me by name

Posted on October 02, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Carolina Grace Bedford.

There was an air of incredulousness as she answered his query about what the Ark was, but she didn't not miss the way he scoffed rather snobbishly at her initial statement, which even she could admitwas rather on the nose about the name of the gargantuan ship. It gave her the impression that perhaps he wasn't from this side of the proverbial tracks, still even someone from higher up on the social standing ladder might understand the appeal of this place. Everyone needed an escape, the ability to lose oneself in the darkness, the drink, or the ring and the Ark provided them with more than they might ever want. Freedom could be found in simplicity, and that was something money could never buy. It was the one thing the Ark had offered her, a fresh start, a chance at a life that even a year ago she would never have dreamed could be hers.

She didn't miss the small simper that raised his well-defined cheekbones as she chuckled at the idea of presenting Tetradore with this portfolio of his misconduct; undoubtedly, he would be very upset at the idea and just as undoubtedly whoever had felt the urge to send him this couldn't care less about resolving these tickets either. It was an unachievable goal if there ever was one. Still, she had time before the rest of the Ark's employees would be coming down, and it seemed rather harmless to let him sit at the bar for a while. After all, despite feline curiosity being a stereotypical idea... that didn't mean it wasn't true. And there was something that sparked her interest about this dark-haired stranger who didn't seem to have the sense to be afraid of walking into a known seedy establishment, home to one of the largest packs of werewolves in the city. Or maybe he was just that brave, either way it left a few questions she had about him unanswered and had her questioning if he was new to Sacrosanct.

He seemed rather taken aback at the idea that she might think that of him, but while he corrected her he didn't necessarily offer any further insight into the matter. Only going so far as to say his experience with the supernatural was rather limited. That explained his lack of concern for a situation that warranted more than a little trepidation for someone like him, brave or reckless she wasn't sure which was better. "That's a dangerous thing around here.". Knowledge was possibly the most powerful thing in Sacrosanct, and it didn't necessarily appear that he was rich in such terms. Still it was perhaps rather endearing to meet someone who didn't have it all together, much like herself. It was this that led her to be so bold as to place two empty glasses on the bars polished surface, their hollowness ringing in the ships empty hull as she fixed him with an inquisitive gaze.

For a moment they sat there as she could almost see him contemplating the idea which those glasses represented. Unknowingly it was a test of sorts, a dare, a way of getting a glimpse into who he was beyond the careful exterior he seemed to be presenting. At his reply her lips twitched up into a smile as she merely nodded and went to work. One of her skills behind the bar was her fluidity, while it was perhaps no Coyote Ugly she moved with a grace that proved she knew what she was doing as she grabbed a few bottles and began to pour. Silver tequila, some passion fruit liquer, a splash of agave, cranberry, with a wedge of orange and lime. Grabbing a tumbler and ice she moved with practiced ease as she gave it a few solid shakes, unable to resist glancing back to her one-man audience and giving him a quick wink as bartending was a performer at their core, before pouring it into the glasses equally. It was one of her favorites, a smooth drink that was easy to sip on with just a touch of fruitiness to break the tequila's burn. Her hand circled the cool glass and raised it gently, tipping it towards in a way that somehow seemed a touch provocative as her steady turquoise gaze waited to see his reaction.

Run away with me
Lost souls and reverie
Running wild and running free
Two kids, you and me
Long live the pioneers
Rebels and mutineers
Go forth and have no fear
Come close the end is near