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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

You never dream until you open up your eyes;

Posted on January 07, 2020 by Mira Ramos

Those smoldering golden depths of her watchful gaze observed Tetradore from beneath the tinted see through shield of her own helmet as they partook in that rare moment of playfulness. How she could get used to this, she thought. Even over the rumbling cries of contentment of those motorcycles she could almost hear the distant, rare sound of his laughter. One she was determined to coax again without the background clamour to hinder a note of it. Her lush lips curl unto that smile, ready to seize a moment of those teasing words. It was a damn shame, truly, when those flashing light flooded behind them, illuminating the tunnel with a surreal sense of impending doom. Fuck... was right. Of course, that moment had come with a price. Yet it didn't have to ruin a thing, Mira already contemplating ways out of their precarious predicament. After all, between the two of them, and the speed of those bikes a little bit of careful maneuvering and it would be child's play to give them the slip. How little Mira was aware of just how much was at stake if they were to get caught. A little bit of danger never hurt anyone. Perhaps it helped that there was hardly much to face down, not with those abilities within their arsenal. They may have been out numbered, but the pair were certainly outgunned.

That carefree lilt streamed effortlessly, slipping into his own mind. It would take so much more to dampen the woman's spirits. She almost wished their own focus had to shift from each other. She bit her own lip in consideration, watching the vehicles nipping at their heels, no firepower to be seen. It only spurred them on, the duo driving with ease through the seemingly endless tunnel. The blaring sounds of wailing seemingly threatening sirens pooled behind them, neither wolf or panther seemed truly distressed. It was quite evident, they weren't going to stop for anything. Even as that barrier ahead quickly approached, ominous spikes catching her eyes as they stood prepared for them.

If only Tetradore could muster just enough of that slightly recovered magic just once more. Her plan, was a simple one. To a degree. No plan was ever so simple, especially upon those fast bikes. All they needed to do was teleport just out of reach. The police wouldn't have the faintest idea of what happened and they could find a way to lose themselves within the chaotic confines of traffic. Regardless, she could practically feel the man frowning from beneath that helmet. But that simple plan relied on touch. Even Mira knew that at such high speeds they would need a steady control of their bikes and even more control of his ability. Now was not the time to recall that faulty teleportation glitch from so long ago, even though the memory was still fresh within her mind, her own frown marring her feminine features. No. that doubt would have to be cast aside, committing exclusively to that plan. It was after a moment of silence that Tetradore uttered that final demand for her hand. "You got it." There was absolute trust in that very statement. Of course, there was, she would have not suggested this hazardous plan if she didn't fully trust in the stoic man at her side. It took only a moment for the two to sync up those bikes, precariously close. All it took was an untimed, unintentional waver and both bikes would wipe out, they needed extreme precision to pull this particular daring maneuver off. She could have used those wild untamed abilities to remove those obstacles before her, but why cause needless harm upon those men? Not everything needed to end in blood shed. Those police only wishing to do their job, hardly deserved the backlash if it could be helped.

Slowing her breath, she willed her body to still, steadying as much as her own body to physically allow with great concentration on her part. There was no place for teasing words, just complete enhanced focus. All that mattered was getting beyond the barricade. She reached out her left hand, gently feeling for his own as her eyes remained upon the road ahead. At the same moment, his own was searching for hers, like magnets those fingers found one another. Her gaze swiftly stealing a brief glance just to be sure. All it took was a moment for those fingers to brush up against one another, apparently that was all they needed. Those authorities ahead were coming into view rapidly, closer and closer so that it wouldn't take long before they saw the whites of those men's eyes. She had the upmost faith in his abilities in that moment as they got whisked away within the disorienting shadows which belonged to his teleportation. There was barely a moment of acknowledging their existence within that shadowy plane before daylight struck them once more.

Their bikes only dropped a scantily inch when they were spit out into a glaring sunlit open road. Mira's hand immediately shot to her own handle bar, to steady the barest of wobbles caused from momentarily disorientation. It was impossible to tell just how far they were without looking behind, her gaze drawing to her own mirrors, finding them well in their wake. She released a warm breath of air, slipping from the slightest part of her lush lips, a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. She could still make them out. Her second part of that plan coming to fruition then as she summoned her more.... Passive of abilities. She summoned that thick cloud of ash, from but a speck of floating it dust it quickly grew into a thick wall of what looked like swirling mass of smoke. It looked near monstrous in her mirror, as it looked far denser and deadlier than any normal cloud. It covered the road, at least four stories high in height... surely those men wouldn't be foolish to look beyond it. At least buying Mira and Tetradore a little extra time without any damage. The breeze would clear it away in time.

Her fingers tightened on her own handlebars as she released out a hefty sigh. She could hardly help that grin that tugged upon her lips beneath the concealed depths of her helmet. "Well that could have gone much worse." She decided then, nothing hindering them once more but open road. "At the very least it will buy us some time. But... you have gotten better at teleporting, my bike barely wavered." She complimented, increasing her speed just a little as if to urge him on, they might have lost them for now. Tetradore's voice entered her mind. Amusement struck her almost instantly at that his knowledge of foreign laws. Of course, it made sense. Those local cops wouldn't just jurisdiction in the town over and yet it was like he knew far more than he let on. "Dare I ask how you know that? Or just a little light brushing up on a little bit of international law in your free time." A light laughter parted from her own lips then. She had to admit the knowledge was certainly handy. It didn't take long before they encroached where those highways veered off. Good, It made it harder to be found... but which one. Door number one or door number two.

She allowed Tetradore the lead, entirely puzzled by those intricate signs nothing short of perplexing, fortunately the names were written beneath the complex Chinese letters. Tetradore, signalled with his bike, veering easily to the left toward the airport, those directions memorized locked in his own mind. How that unknown seemed to draw curiosity from the she-wolf. It was a good sign that those authorities were still well within their dust. For how long? Still, there was no time to simply lag, to do so would be a complete disservice those bikes. Mira followed him, maneuvering around that traffic, taking in the last of those beautiful open, wild terrain before it shifted once more. Those city limits were within their reach and those authorities left firmly behind in lieu of a new adventure entirely.