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

Aiden Tetradore,Mira Ramos

we're going on a happy holiday

Posted on December 03, 2019 by Tobias

How quiet he was being. How stealthy!

The lanky deviant had rolled out from beneath Tetradore's bed several moments ago. The boy having fallen asleep there last night sometime around 2am. Tobias rarely inclined to be moved from whichever position or location he chose to sleep within. Tetradore, in turn, had long since given up attempting to do so. The rhythmic sound of his favoured companions breathing assured him the other man still remained asleep and yet daylight had long since settled over the city. Tobias remembered well his companions promise to take himself and Mira to that winter festival today. The deviant so rarely inclined to forget when such promises were made in quite the fashion he so conveniently seemed to 'forget' any task related to ...anything he disliked to do. Whether or not the boy truly seemed to forget those less pleasant tasks as often as he claimed or indeed such lapses in thought were nothing more than a ruse remained to be seen. The vast majority of that floating fighting ring and its staff having long since given up questioning the shaggy haired man in any sense. Tobias, more often than not, simply left to do as he pleased- and today it pleased him to wake his companion. The lanky leopard so easily rose to his feet, the boy having fallen asleep in his clothes as he was so prone to do and by that very logic so deemed himself dressed for the day. One hand reached out to rest agianst Tetradores shoulder, Tobias shaking his favoured Alpha's figure lightly and in just that way both Raven and Tetra both had insisted a person should be woken.


The response he received was decidedly lacking. His best friend proceeding to merely mutter lightly before pulling those blankets further up around him and continuing on with that sleep. Tobias' features readily formed a scowl. An irritated huff rose from his lips in the same moment. He had done as Birdie and Tetra had said! That gentle shoulder shake having failed to achieve any result the leopard deemed rewarding. A singular glance was offered over the boys shoulder then, as if to assure Raven had not woken up to wander into Tetradore's room and chastise him before his dark eyes returned to the sleeping man before him. Tobias, in that moment, proceeding to crawl onto Tetradore's bed in turn and so veritably straddle the unfortunate sleeping man. That concept of personal space so decidedly lacking within the deviant when it came to those beings he favoured. Whether or not his companion was aware of him remained to be seen. Tetradore, for now, so at least appearing to remain asleep as Tobias' dark gaze merely lingered upon his features, the boy so at last raising his hand once more. A single finger was extended outward, Tobias pressing gently, if not firmly against Tetradore's nose once, twice, three times. The boy content to take up that bizzare (and rather effective) game of poking.

"Teeeeeetra. Zombies....are eating.....your face."

Zomies, Tobias was sure, was an excellent reason to wake up. Tobias content to press Tetradore's nose a 4th and final time before abruptly leaning down and over him to run his tongue along the right side of his companions face if only to further add to that assurance that zombies were, in fact, eating his face. The sudden soft knock at Tetradore's door so prompted Tobias to glance sideways, his tongue still pressed to his companions face as that door opened quietly to admit Mira into the room. The woman having arrived perfectly on time for that days adventures. Tobias remained wholly oblivious to the scene the unfortunate woman was greeted with in that moment as he sat up once more.


How readily that delight seemed to find his voice. Tobias, it seemed, inclined to greet the woman pleasantly today. His ever volatile moods, on more than one occasion, having seen the poor woman greeted with little more than a series of grunts of indifference, several growls and even outright hostility during those few weeks in which Tetradore had chosen not to leave his room at all. Tobias having been nothing if not a staunch defender of his best friends determination to be left alone. Today however, the lanky deviant so seemed to welcome her presence if only for the delight that winter festival promised. How rare it was that he was so willing to accept another on those activities he shared with Tetradore alone and yet.....Tetra had assured him over and over that Mira was his thing. His belonging. By that notion alone she was worth protecting as Tobias so believed all Tetradore's things were worth protecting. The boy willing to tolerate her presence if only because it pleased his companion. The lanky leopard so rarely inclined to displease Tetradore in any sense. Beyond that wake up call. The deviant still so.....undecided on Mira. His attitude towards her so ever changing as he strove to decide just where to place her in the mental mayhem of his mind.

"Tetra...Mira is.....here....we must.....go.....you promiiiiiiised."

Festivals, it seemed, were a source of excitement to the boy. Festivals, after all, so often contained candy, that promise of food enough to see Tobias demand they be on time. His lack of shoes and singlet shirt so already deemed appropriate for that winter weather outside. His attention so returning to his companion then as one finger extended once more with the clear threat of booping Tetra's snoot a final time.....