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

To the very last minute we will always be death-defying;

Posted on February 08, 2020 by Mira Ramos

The ark was a frenzy of familiar sounds and scents that permeated that large area deep within the heart of that metal cargo ship. The light was bright, the energy high like an infectious current amongst the collection of people that seemed eager to throw their money the looser they became from that drink and fueled excitement. The underlying smell of blood from those fighters was still pungent above the rest, at least to the she-wolf herself, even as that distinct alcohol tickled her nose while the woman worked diligently behind the bar. She had found it easy to satisfy the thirsty guests that dwelled within that ship even though she would have to admit their tastes were incredibly boring. From all that time she had practised and honed her drink crafting skills, they all wanted the same generic thing. Drink after drink. Shot after shot. As long as it tasted like alcohol, the guests rarely cared what they tossed back so long as it wasn't watered down. Mira had become well acquainted with fight nights when the ship came alive. This night was no different, it was a feeling that could only be described as home. Even if there wasn't time to relish in the excitement of it all, she still felt apart of it. It was something Mira found comfort in, even if she moved with an efficient grace behind the bar, an easy smile lingering on her lips as she served the Ark's regulars. They knew her as well as she let them and they tipped her well enough that she could not complain. She could recall their names, just as easily as their faces. Those favoured drinks easily memorized that helped the bar work like a fine-tuned machine.

The golden-eyed wolf could hardly help the occasional stolen glance she cast toward Tetradore. But only when she thought no one looked as he stood with a regal nonchalance by side of the ring, surveying the fights as a king would survey his kingdom, but all she could see was the man she had grown to know. She could hardly help but be curious of what milled through the confines of his steel-vault mind. What she would give to find out. Surely it wasn't only just the fights that took up his complete attention. Perhaps later after those fights she could bring that attention onto her.

The crowd erupted into a roar of heightened sound, drawing the attention of everyone at the bar to the ring. Tobias was at his peak tonight, like most nights, near effortlessly taking down his opponent. But tonight, there was a notably bizarre creature that looked like it had been several animals pieced together into a zebra deer monstrosity. Yet it meant little what the beast was. Tobias was one of their most skilled fighters, and tonight was no different. The fighting prowess of a feline seemed to engage her for a moment in the lull between orders before her gaze shifted to Henry to see how he was making out. She moved toward him with purpose after she caught sight on a familiar face, the customer was propped against the bar, clearly waiting for Mira to notice him. Him again. It was three nights in a row this week. He seemed lonely like he rarely left the house, she could only imagine what kind of creature he turned into. He seemed to lack certain social cues and felt compelled to ramble at you even as you walked away. He wasn't a bad guy... but there was something about him that creeped her out. While most nights, handling those guests had been her speciality but tonight she felt keen to pawn him off to Henry. "Will you get regular at the end, older guy in his 40's, reddish hair. Maybe if he sees I am busy, he won't try and talk my ear off all night. Pretty please, Henry? He tips well." There was a playful lilt to her words before she eyed Carolina who worked the crowd effectively. The blond-haired leopard had a knack with people, as she worked amongst the eager crowd, while Mira was content to be behind the bar. It was a pity she was reluctant to join the pack, surely she had to know she fit in here. Perhaps all that was required was a little time as people so often did.

The rowdiness intensified when finally Jackal's booming voice from the loudspeaker bled through the ship and the riotous roars of cheers seemed to echo off the walls. She was not surprised by Tobias' win, in fact, if she had to put her own money down, it would always be placed on Tetradore and Tobias, a sure bet in her books. She caught the eye of another regular, a wordless nod offered in his direction as she snatched his usual beer from the fridge. Customers were predictable creatures, those favourites ordered time and time again. Mira took two fluid steps to close the distance to the wooden counter, twisting off the top with her free hand, before adeptly tossing the lid into the trash below. The liquid that nearly matched her eyes pouring easily into that tilted frosty chilled glass when suddenly a groan and jolting shudder resonated through the entire Ark. The liquid sloshed everywhere with great effort not to get any on herself. "What the hell.." Mira exclaimed with great feeling before the room fell silent, most glasses not fastened down had been launched haphazardly to the floor. She had to reach out to steady herself, the glass breaking within her hands and fortunately within the sink and no injury to herself. She tossed that bottle into the stainless steel sink as she straightened, peering around with confusion. Something felt very wrong, the ship was off balance beneath her feet. It did not take long for that riot to erupt, Jackal tirelessly attempted to use the loudspeaker to get people to evacuate while that alarm blared. It did little to calm the crowd of people that all clamoured to get off that ship that seemed so determined to sink. It hardly took long for pitched screams and panic to let loose. How trepidation seemed to breed like wildfire amongst them all. It all became one big mad rush for the exit. People pushed passed one another, clawing to leave like they were a stampede of bison with intent to flee for their lives. So much for the calm exit. Mira's gaze immediately rose once more to find Tetradore, that natural impulse to ensure he was ok, to look for a glimmer of recognition from those vivid emerald eyes.

A flicker of worry crossed her features as she caught a glimpse of Tobi spurred into action before he disappeared. The cargo ship continued to lean with every agonizing moment. The lights dimmed dramatically met with the sound of metal protesting. They simply could not leave everything behind. The ship whined a near mournful sound as if it knew its own demise. Like they needed the reminder to hurry. Mira drew in a breath intended to steady and focus through the haze of commotion raged on around them. Panic did not serve anyone.

Unfortunately, there were bigger problems than spilt alcohol.

The tension all but rose to a head as everyone attempted to flee to their respected homes. But the problem was this was home, to her and the pack. Mira could not deny that sharp pang of dread gripped within her gut. Time was of the essence. Surely they had enough time to collect whatever was deemed most important.

"Henry?" She questioned, her gaze slid to him to see how he handled the mayhem. She silently thanked whoever remedied the siren, at least giving them room to think through this.

"Come on, let's grab a few things back from the rooms. I don't know how long we have but I refuse to leave with nothing. We will keep an eye out for one another. Sound good?" Her voice remained calm, steadfast even though she was everything but the look of worry still had her brows pinched together. There would be a time to mourn, a time to fret, that time was clearly not now. Without sparing any more time, she moved with haste toward the pack bedrooms, hoping Henry was fast on her heels while the sound of shattering bottles and glasses were left in their wake.

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