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

just because we are Hispanic, don't mean we oceanic

Posted on February 08, 2020 by Tobias

There was a singular satisfaction to holding that flailing creature beneath him. Tobias only pressing more and more of his weight down upon the unfortunate Okapi. That desire to bite into the heated flesh of the already bloodied beast was...tempting. Those animalistic urges collided painfully with those predatory wants and yet, for now, the Leopard firmly allowed his jaws to remain closed. It....displeased Tetradore when he mauled those opponents too much. Tobias ever aware of his Alpha's gaze upon him even amongst that crowd. His desire to please his favoured companion and best of friends more often than not resulting in at least some level of obedience- even when those animalistic desires tugged dangerously at the back of his mind and the taste of blood already stained his lips. Jackal, as if perhaps sensing that precarious control, had already begun that countdown. Those shouted numbers, as always, meant little to the spotted deviant, his tail merely lashed wildly side to side, those rumbling growls rising within his throat as a warning to the....thing he sat upon that it would surely pay dearly for trying to rise again. This, it seemed, enough to inspire that creature to finally give up. The shouts of that crowd and Jackal's command to release the striped goat (for Tobias is certain that this is what it was) prompted the boy to finally pull away from his opponent. The spotted leopard content to trot a lap of victory around that ring as had become his habit and the crowd had become so used to seeing in turn. Tobias, after all, so never lost those games. The idea of bets and money meant so little to him. Indeed the deviant simply enjoyed those battles. The man oblivious to the notion his stellar record had long since made him a poor bet.

It was only once Tobias was satisfied with the circles about the ring he had made that the Leopard allowed that shift to overcome him once more. The cat replaced with a man. His fingers and face however, retained those bloodied smears. Tobias cared no more for his appearance then he did his own nakedness at that moment. The man simply seeking out his mate within the crowd. Raven, as always, having those clothes ready for him. The curly haired woman insisted again and again that pantswere not optional. Tobias finally having learned to seek them out after those shifts. The gangly deviant pulled his shirt on and over his head, his boxer shorts and jeans following a moment later. Tobias, as always, so refusing any sort of footwear. The sound of Harley climbing into the ring to drag out the other injured man so readily prompted the boy to pivot upon his heel, those fathomless dark eyes meeting the woman's violet gaze for several moments in a near silent evaluation- before his head so oddly titled to the side- as if harley might better be viewed from this angle. Tetradore so hardly seemed to favour Harley. Tobias, by that notion, seemingly content to stare at the woman, unblinking, each and every time she entered his field of vision. That look a distinctly unsettling one. Tobias, it seemed, entirely undecided on where she belonged within that mental hierarchy of his mind. Certainly not at the top and yet- perhaps not quite at the bottom. His ever cunning mind still struggled to place the curious woman and yet- the very notion that she was beneath him was surely all that mattered.


That jumbled word so at last managed to part his lips. Tobias waiting only so long as it took the woman to glance towards him before his lips parted again- his tongue poked deliberately out towards her before that hissing, snickering attempt at laughter readily seemed to rise from him as she all but stalked away. This, it seemed, had satisfied him for the evening. Tobias' gaze shifted once more to his own mate as she moved through the crowd taking those bets. The boy was ever watchful of the being he deemed his within that group before his attention shifted to Pretty as she healed that injured man and back towards Henry, Carolina and Mira. Tobias, despite his near curious nature, remained ever watchful of those beings within his own pack. It was, after all, so surely his job to protect them. That singular role one he seemed to perform with due diligence- even if in curious ways. His bare feet padded across the ring then, Tobias sliding out from beneath those ropes to return himself to his place at Tetradore's side. The fashion in which Tetradore's gaze lingered upon Mira so earning his favoured companion an elbow to the side.

"Looooking at the....giiiiiiirls."

That near teasing jumble of words was offered to the panther alone. Another snickering hiss rising within the deviants throat before that sudden, explosive sound so readily prompted the boy to freeze. How he detested such sounds as that! His features contorted near readily into a look of disdain as the room fell silent. The entire boat seemed to pause before it begun to....lean. Tobias's own gaze shifted toward Tetradore, his companions features near as baffled as his own before those red lights so suddenly began to flash- the emergency siren rapidly beginning to sound as Tobias' hand lifted hurriedly to his ears. A hiss of irritation spat from his lips. Unease began to stir within the gathered crowd as several beings began making their way toward the door.

Tobias' dark gaze shifted from Tetradore to those flashing lights and back again before the deviant near abruptly reached for his companions own gifts for teleportation, those shadows rushing abruptly to seize his frame before Tobias all but disappeared. The deviant reappeared within the hull of that ship and where he knew those buttons lay that turned off that irritating sound. That such sounds so deemed an emergency, it seemed, all but lost upon the boy. Tobias merely desiring to press all of those buttons until that sound ceased. The Leopard was so hardly anticipating the water in which he landed. That salty ocean liquid was already up to his knees and rising fast. Water, he was certain, did not belong inside the ship and yet the very notion that it had touched him at all so readily seemed to prompt that near roar of outrage as tobias flailed near frantically, that teleportation rapidly seizing him again. The now thoroughly sodden deviant appeared beside Tetradore and the rest of that pack once more, his soaked jeans dropping onto the floor as he proceeded to attempt to shake his legs in a bold effort to remove that clinging fabric.

"Water is.....inside......Ark. Got....all....over me! Hate it!."

We're sinking!? That cry from within the crowd, it seemed, was all that was required to begin that max exodus of people toward the exits as several screams echoed over that wailing siren. That ship began to turn into veritable chaos. Tobias' gaze shifted quickly from that panicking crowd and toward that last place he had seen his own mate, those dark eyes rapidly searching amongst the mess of bodies before returning to Tetradore once more- his hand extending to grasp his companions arm and drew Tetradore's attention to himself.

"Cars...are....getting......wet. I have to.....get....girls."

This realisation, it seemed, had only just dawned within the deviants mind. That precious car collection that rested within the garage was surely flooding with water in turn and yet- the safety of his own mate, it seemed, overruled even his own love of those machines. Tobias assured Tetradore could protect those cars while he saw those members of their own pack. Getting out of the Ark so suddenly seeming to settle within the deviants mind as his single and only priority. His fear. Of that water ensuring he so hardly desired to waste any time. Tobias pivoted neatly upon his heel once more, the deviant pushing rapidly into that ground, his own affinity for location readily assuring him of just where his own mate was located. Raven, with Alexis nearby, seeming to have managed to find clear space near that fighting ring.

"We are....not....floating."

This, it seemed, was all the explanation either woman was to be afforded before Tobias reached for them both. That ability for teleportation was grasped once more, both women so instantly teleported with him up and into his and Ravens room upstairs. Tobias, for several moments, merely inclined to stare at that room before reaching to hand Raven a book, a single sock passed to Alexis in turn. This, it seemed, his singular effort in packing those needed things before his gaze hurriedly fell upon a battered, well loved iron within the corner of the room. His wet feet hurried across the floor then. Tobias quick to grab his beloved 'Steve' before pressing it hurriedly into Raven's arms along with that book.

"I think we....are.....all packed now. Have to....hurry. Water is......coming."

Yes- because all they needed to survive was a book, a sock and an iron named Steve. Alexis and Raven, surely, might prove better at packing.....

"I don't suffer from my insanity.
I enjoy every moment of it.