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

it goes from good to bad to worse so fast

Posted on February 22, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE

I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

How loudly the ship seemed to creak in that precariously poised moment - the Alpha entirely aware of the weight of the Ark's patron's eyes upon him. Even he could hardly help that glimpse of confusion upon his features in the wake of that resounding boom and yet, Tetradore was entirely surprised as the Ark was plunged into darkness. The bright red emergency lights flashed on in the moments after, followed by a distinct siren meant to warn of the Ark's impending doom. A small wince crossed the usually stoic man's features at the sound, Tobias' broken words mirroring his own thoughts before the deviant merely disappeared from his side. Already, in the dim low light, Tetradore could make out the edge of the group beginning to move towards the exit, the animals within them all more than capable of sensing that something was drastically wrong. The loud, echoing sirens abruptly ceased, the red emergency lights still flashing in a warning. Tobias, however, materialized at his side in mere seconds afterward, the man's flailing immediately garnering Tetradore's attention as Tobias declared there was water inside the Ark. Fuck. A cry echoed from the crowd, the very word of 'sinking' seemed to prompt the once silent crowd into an utter frenzy of panic as they rushed towards the Ark's exit - several patrons bumping into both Alpha and Beta in their stampede to escape.

The grip of Tobias' fingers against his forearm drew his attention towards his Beta, Tetradore's own body readjusting to the slight lean of the ship as it began to take on water deep in the lower levels. Tobias' mention of those treasured vehicles immediately brought a curse word to his lips before his head bobbed firmly. "Make sure everyone gets out, Tobias," Tetradore commanded, his emerald eyes steadfast upon his companion to ensure the boy understood. Though those vehicles were his pride and joy, he was not about to risk the irreplaceable lives of their pack members. That nod was the only assurance he required before the two men separated, Tobias making his way towards his own mate while Tetradore fought against the crowd itself to make his way towards the bar and the hallway beyond. He passed Mira and Henry in his effort to cross to the bar they had just come from - the trio separated by the tide of people that pushed and shoved around them. "Mira!" His voice rose over the commotion to grab her attention, "Get the keys in the top left drawer of my desk." The Alpha demanded of her, trusting her to fetch from upstairs what he could not rely on Tobias to retrieve. He scarcely thought of the rest of his belongings, that singular pair of keys the only item of importance that he demanded as the trio were further pulled apart. He could only hope she'd heard him - for now, after all, he had other things to worry about.

Effortlessly, Tetradore noted the petite figure of the snow leopard as Carolina climbed onto her nearest bar table, her figure visible over the tide of escaping weres as she attempted to direct them to exits. It was a futile effort, really, but Tetradore was quickly capable of redirecting his own path towards her. Just behind her, he could see Harley creeping towards the exit herself, the woman clearly taking the momentary distraction to save her own hide rather than worry about the Pack that had accepted her amongst them. Typical. As if he should have anticipated anything different. A scowl crossed the Were-King's features as his baritone voice echoed above the clamor. "Carolina, Harley! Come with me." The man had only just managed to push himself out of the crowd with Carolina within his wake, Harley soon joining them with arms crossed over her chest. Tetradore was, admittedly, in no mood for her sarcastic lit as he gestured the two women to follow him into the dreadfully quiet hallway leading further into the heavily tilting boat. "Yeah, well, I need your help and then you can run away." He responded, hardly bothering to look over his shoulder at the pair of women as his hand reached out to steady himself on the wall.

Time, he knew, was of the essence if they were going to save that collection of multi-million dollar cars. Tetradore led them into the depths of his garage - a single glance was given towards the women as they paused at the threshold. This was the first time he had ever let anyone beyond his own father drive his treasured vehicles and yet....and damage either of the two women did was better than losing them all entirely to the bottom of the ocean. The Alpha effortlessly shoved open the door, his gaze sweeping with concern over the visibly slanted floor and yet, the vehicles currently remained exactly where they had been left, their emergency break assisting. They would not remain that way for long, he knew. Purposefully he reached for the keys dangling on a rack on the wall. "Carolina, you get the Diamante, the Chiron, and the Aventador. In that order." He directed her, tossing her three sets of keys as he pointed to the cars in question. "Harley, use your powers, get the Mclaren and the Agera first, the GT and the Toyota if you can manage them." He gestured towards the vehicles as he spoke. It pained him, admittedly, to trust her with something so precious and yet...what other choice did he have?

That left him with La Voiture Noir, his Venero and his Centurion...and the bikes...and the Selene...and the armored car he stole with Tobias probably wouldn't make the trip. A soft sigh left his lips as yet, Tetradore tried not to dwell upon them as he pressed the button on the wall that made the Ark's ramp lower towards the dock. Already he could tell the tilt of the ship had made the once perfect alignment skewed, the ramp several inches higher than the dock itself and would only increase as the boat began to lean further and further to the side. God, they'd have to be fast. "Watch your front bumper." He called to Carolina as he moved swiftly towards the ebony Bugatti, the man well aware the low sitting sports cars were unlikely to make any jump unscathed. His key immediately hit the ignition, the vehicle roaring to life beneath him as he maneuvered the car out of it's designated spot and towards the ramp. Already he could see Carolina following suite behind him as Harley so begrudgingly stared at the bright red vehicles she was tasked with. Tetradore could hardly help the wince that afflicted him as the front of the Bugatti made that small dip and onto the docks, the fleeing people made maneuvering that car away from the boat all but difficult and yet, in the end, he was able to place it in a makeshift parking spot away from the entrance of the boat.

It wasn't until Tetradore had his second vehicle, one of his Lamborghini's, that he noticed Henry emerge from the cargo ship - the man the first of the pack to finish his packing efforts. Carolina and Harley both entirely dedicated to their tasks at hand. "Henry! Can you just...I don't know, make them make room for the cars?" He half-shouted at the man, gesturing towards the crowd that lingered upon the docks to witness the catastrophe of the sinking ship. Tetradore left Henry to his newfound task, trusting the man as he dashed back to the now severely tilting Ark to rescue the Centurion. Already a majority of the vehicles had made it to the dock, Carolina working with the last vehicle she'd been instructed to rescue while Harley somehow attempted to juggle both the Ford and Toyota with her own metal bending capabilities - the two cars halfway floating in the air while the girl tried to maintain her footing on the sinking ship. The last two Lamborghini's hardly fared as well with that steadily increasing gap between the plank and the docks - both Carolina's and Tetradore's own landed with a bit too heavy of a thud and yet, the Were-King tried not to think about the scraped underside and dented bumpers. He paused on his way back inside as Tobias, Alexis, Raven, and Mira materialized safely upon the dock - his Beta fulfilling his task as dutifully as always when it truly mattered most. Thank goodness.

Tetradore's shadows swirled around him as the man teleported back onto the leaning boat, the two fallen motorcycles the final object of his attention. Everything else, he knew, would be lost to the sea. A final glance was given around the garage space if only to assure himself that both Harley and Carolina had safely gotten off the boat before the man reached down to grab a handlebar of both bikes. Already he could feel the boat threatening to turn on its side, the groaning armored vehicle surely only assisting in the endeavor as it slowly began to move on its own with gravity. It was best, he decided, not to stay any longer. In moments, Tetradore reappeared with the final two motorcycles upon the dock, surrounded by both his fleet of vehicles and, even more thankfully, the entire pack - safe and sound. The Ark, unfortunately, was leaning so precariously on its side that in mere minutes after Tetradore had materialized back upon the pier - it crashed into the water with a resounding thud, sending waves in all directions. It's sideways state only further worsened as the boat took on more water - lowering with each passing second.

The King of the Damned