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

they say oh my god i see the way you shine

Posted on February 12, 2020 by henry tudor

Henry was trying. Since Sterling had kicked him out, Henry had fallen into a deep state of depression. Nothing seemed to make him simile anymore. He had lost the one thing that meant more to him than life itself. There were even times that he contemplated what life would be like if he wasn't around. But he couldn't leave Sterling that much alone. Even if the warlock had kicked him out, he still loved him fiercely and he still tried to keep an eye on him from time to time. He gave the man his space, trying not to text or stop by, but he was always watching. He was always just right around the corner making sure that he made it home safely each night he came home late from work.

But tonight, tonight he had to work. Tetradore had all but forced him to take a job at the bar once he realized that Henry's affinity for alcoholic drinks could be used for good. He set up a daily special and tonight it was a shot called "liquid marijuana". It was sweet and didn't burn going down like most. People seemed perceptive to it. He had made probably fifty of those shots tonight alone. Mira, thankfully, did most of the talking and he did most of the mixing. He supposed it was a good trade off. At least he didn't have to be overly social while tending the bar.

However, all that changed when Mira had so politely asked him to tend to the red-haired man that frequented their bar. It was no secret that the man was taken to Mira. He was always wanting her to wait on him. It was cute and yet sad. But anyone who was even slightly observant knew Mira had eyes for the alpha. She and Tetradore tried to hide it, but neither of them were very good at it. They practically smelled of pheromones. It was sickening. And in Henry's current state, it angered him. Why could he have someone to bat his eyelashes at? "You owe me..." The patron was relatively harmless, but tending to him meant he had to be social...which was not exactly what he wanted to do today. Henry ensured that the man was well cared for and like Mira had said, he tipped well enough. He supposed it was an okay trade off.

Henry had just mixed up another one of his evening specials when there was a resounding BOOM that seemed to knock him off his feet and into the bar itself. He immediately felt pain in his side, mumbling curses to himself as he looked up to see if Mira was okay. Once she was deemed okay, he looked to Tetradore. It seemed that everyone was looking to him for some sort of explanation. And while they were waiting, that's when Henry began to notice a problem.

Not only was the rusty ship beginning to creek and groan, but the shot that he had just placed on the bar top was beginning to slide. Never did his drinks simply slide unless the bar was wet and the glasses empty. But this was different. Even as the drink began to move, Henry began to feel himself counteract the lean of the ship. He was leaning in the opposite direction to maintain his balance. It wasn't noticeable at first, but Henry could feel the difference.

And that's precisely when the ship went black and the red emergency lights came on. Fuck. That wasn't good.

His eyes continued to rest on the rest of his pack, watching as Tobias disappeared. No doubt he was trying to figure out what was going on. And just as soon as he reappeared, Henry saw the wet pants. Shit. Knowing Tobias, he hated anything water so this definitely wasn't good. It explained the leaning of the ship and the creaking of steel. The Ark was sinking.

By the time he finished analyzing the situation, all he could hear was Mira calling his name. He looked over at her, listening as she suggested they go back to the staterooms and get some of their belongings. Unfortunately, Henry knew his room was on the leaning side...he wasn't so sure how much he would be able to save.

While most of the people were trying to get off the boat, Henry was fighting his way through the crowd to go further into it. By the time he made it to the hallway, he had been stepped on, punched, pushed, and probably sported a bruise or two. Sighing, he began to head towards his room. By the time he entered it, there was already water past his shins. There was very little to save. Thankfully, Henry didn't have a lot of belongings. He packed a duffle of clothes, enough to get him through a few days. The rest was replaceable. The only real thing of value he grabbed was a small little sterling silver plant pendant that Sterling had given him. It was his most prized possession, even if they were no longer together. He would treasure it always.

And once he had saved what he could, he began to slosh his way back towards the entrance and onto the safety of the dock. Well this was turning into a fucking fantastic night.