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

So hang your head upon me now;

Posted on February 16, 2020 by Mira Ramos

Safely within the confines of the elevator, the she-wolf seemed to fall into casual ease of playfulness. Part of her considered her options of perhaps stealing another kiss within that private space. She could see the way the thick haze of tiredness seemed to tug at the alpha. Even though she could not deny the easy lure of a snooze, she hardly wished for that day to come to an end. Sleep to the she-wolf seemed so final. That tease escaped her all the same as when she offered that intentional bump, the bag of goodies swung loosely within her fingertips and expression light. A peal of warm laughter bubbled from her throat prompted from Tetradore's groan."It was too good to pass up." She added easily as the elevator easily climbed its near never-ending ascent to the top floor. That prompted an answer was a reply and yet it said scarcely little, Tetradore always a man of few words. "The internet does possess all the answers, I am sure of it." She allowed her studious gaze to flit across his features silently before the elevator's doors opened, Mira eyed that finely decorated hall with a curiosity that only grew as the pair made it to their room. Tetradore hardly seemed phased at all, by any of it while she was left utterly... at a loss of words. The she-wolf hardly used to such lavishness in the slightest was taken aback by the room while Tetradore barley uttered a singular word of approval.

She watched him slide further into the back of the room as if the man had a radar for where that bed was. He was quick to find his place upon it as if his limbs had simply wished to give up. Surely he didn't bring her all this way to travel on some adventurous journey only to fall asleep? There was plenty of time left to sleep and daylight still bled into that impressive suite. That attempt to tease him had rewarded her with another smile. It suited him, it was a pity those expressions were nothing but rare and far more fleeting. Was it Sacrosanct and the heavy mantle of responsibility that robbed him of his own joy? She allowed her own jacket to fall easily from her shoulders before she draped it neatly over the back of that lounge she stood near. Her boots were soon to follow, how good that felt to be free of them despite how comfortable they were.

Tetradore had little to say about her appreciative words, as if he saw fit to simply shrug them off. He had to have felt the sincerity behind them? It drew a slight crease within her brow as she turned away before she drew in the sights of the large window that overlooked that sparkling blue bay and beyond. It was then that her mind wandered at that possibility. To see this place at night would surely be quite the sight, but to share it with him caused struck inspiration. The only unfortunate setback was the light pollution being within the city limits and a few hours to spare that could be put to good use she was assured he would agree.

But surely she could see something in that vastness overhead when the sun finished its journey below the horizon, before it gave way to darkness and the moon. Tetradore's yawn seemed to suggest he would rather sleep and there was no such thing as a small catnap with him. Once the man was asleep all hope was lost. He had earned that sleep and yet all Mira could think of was of at least half a dozen reasons for him to stay awake, if only for a little while longer. Although, part of the golden eyed she-wolf wouldn't be surprised to find him slumbering when she turned back to face him.

Fortunately, he was still awkwake, his emerald eyes still focused on her while his name was fresh upon her tongue. She hardly hinted to why it that evening view meant anything. Mira spoke hardly anything at all with the interest she took in the stars. Perhaps part of her felt a little silly in its admittance out loud, yet it was there alive and well all the same. Such silly dreams of a child somehow persisted well into adulthood. Just how those stars kept her company when she had not a friend to her name. Those free nights she had stolen away to her cove, she allowed herself to linger long enough to be able to see the constellations she knew by heart. It was easy to get enthralled with counting falling stars and satellites as they danced across.

Lucky enough Tetradore hardly caught on to that near wistfulness to her golden gaze to question it. Especially with that gentle curious temptation she had begun to lead. Her mind was not simply lost to the stars, that private oasis they found themselves would be foolish to not enjoy while they were here without the weight of that usual bustle which settled upon their shoulders. There was a bit of interest in that brow which rose inquisitively. Surely he had to know. Had to feel the sparks that crackled between them that she felt so strongly.

If he did, he hardly showed it, his own interest in sex was a delicate dance. But she would be damned if she didn't at least coax from him one last kiss in this exotic locale, especially with him looking so terribly tempting upon that bed.

It was a shame Tetradore found little amusement in the title as she did. Come on, he had to admit it possessed a certain ring to it. She could hardly help that grin that curled upon her lips as she offered a helpless shrug and feigned a pout of her lower lip. "Fine. Even if it does suit you. I will spare you... for now." She acquiesced good naturedly before she drew toward that all too comfortable feline. There was something magnetic when they were in a room alone together, that moment no different.

His question betrayed his curiosity of her intent. For a moment she had all she needed. His attention. His gaze almost trained upon her, before turning to face those empty pillows by his side. Alright... maybe he honestly had no clue. Surely he was not that oblivious? Or perhaps the desire to sleep was simply that strong. She hadn't taken into account that he might choose the bed over her! "Well I can assure you, it's not sleeping. At least not yet. But it involves the bed so you don't have to leave it if you don't wish to." She drew downward to claim a perch upon the edge of his bedside he looked so inviting in. Maybe she couldn't blame him, that hotel bed was luxurious. Hm.

The day had ignited something within her, far beyond just mere desire alone. It hardly worried her as it should have, Mira content to be blissfully unaware of this cliff they clung to. Yet how good the waters felt, made her wonder why they were so reluctant.

She leaned easily to press her lips to claim his own, an invitation to set fire to the candle of desire, the brush of her body pressed lightly against his own, her warm hand reached to press gently onto his chest to prevent her from collapsing onto him. How that very kiss seemed to reflect the heat that burned for him. A reminder that sleep was not the only option on the table. Yet she remains unassuming, she pressed into his chest before she pulled back just so, but not quite out of reach, her mouth almost brushed softly against his own to almost whisper those words.

"I was thinking I would rather show you.." There was a knowing look that stirred with the depths of her molten eyes. How she wanted to feel his hands graze her skin when they stole those moments alone and the passion she coaxed to life within him.

How she wished she could just curl up into him and get lost to the waves of sensation that only he could provide. She pressed her lips to his once more. She waited for him to deepen that kiss, the only acceptance of that invitation she offered him.

Yet, with but a taste of what he could indulge in if he could fight off slumber for a moment more she drew away, sitting upward allowing her fingertips to curl beneath the hem of her tank top before peeling it off her figure. It exposed her caramel flesh, the feminine curves she harboured beneath those clothes. She let it fall off from the extended finger it hung from, the fabric fell easily to the ground. "Or we could sleep. But I can't do that in jeans either. Hmm." There was a touch of a grin that met her mouth, that smile echoed within her words that fell like a lascivious tease from her lips that now tasted of him that of course suggested that sleep could wait... But the real question still remained. Could he?

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