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

I can make the stars dance

Posted on January 31, 2020 by NADYA
Wake up to your dreams
And watch them come true

This pup was beyond cheeky. First he jumps out of nowhere and gets in the way of her fight, getting himself stabbed, then has the audacity to joke about her getting to second base all while telling her he was immortal. Other than vampires she hadn't heard of immortality being possible. Healing certainly, but not immortal. Nadya wrinkled her nose and wiped off the blood on her hands on Marcelo's shirt. Serves him right.

The patrons from the bar was what turned her attention back to the matter at hand. "So I've been told." Nadya commented off-handedly at his bossy comment. She was quick to order Marcelo to take care of dragging on hunter's body while she handled the other. Once done she nudged him in the direction of her parked car. "We can't stay here." The hunter's bodies were going to be found and they needed to be as far from it as possible. Nadya tossed the towel at Marcelo as he was getting into the car before swiftly getting in and driving away. Her glances strayed to the rear-view mirror where Marcelo sat propped, still smirking as if it was all some big joke to the world.

As the bar got further and further away, Nadya's grip upon the steering wheel loosened and her entire frame seemed to relax more. That fight had been far too close to possible prying eyes. She much rathered keeping that sort of thing in the depths of the forest. "I have twins." Her response was short and to the point, attention turned back to the road. "You can't be walking around here with blood on you. I have a place you can clean up." The roads at this time of night were relatively bare. For a large city it had quite the smaller feel with the streets thinning out after 9. She was sure that had something to do with the citizens knowing full well about the supernaturals, especially the vampires, that came out at night.

Nadya pulled up smoothly to the curb outside of her storefront. "We're here." She got out and opened the door for Marcelo, waiting for him to shuffle out before leading him to the glass storefront door that read Little Stars Dance Studio. "This is my studio so it's safe here." Nadya pushed open the door and ushered Marcelo in and straight to her office. She indicated the plush chair in front of her desk. "Sit there and take off your shirt." Children had a habit of hurting themselves simply walking so of course Nadya had a first aid kit tucked beside the large filing cabinet that she pulled out, along with a shirt from a nearby pile. She handed him the cleaning wipes from the first aid kit to wipe the blood from his chest and the shirt stamped with the dance studio logo. It was meant to be for the mom's of the dancers but it was at least his size. "Here. This will fit you." Nadya perched back on the edge of her desk, eyeing Marcelo. "So...immortal. Has that been...forever then? Or a new thing?"

Nadya Tetradore