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

quite frankly we've had water up to here!

Posted on February 25, 2020 by Tobias

Tobias' stuttered insistence that the water which belonged outside the Ark had started to seep into its once unpenetrable hull seemed to provoke no small amount of panic within the crowd. Those very shouts of 'sinking' seemed to rise above the confused whispers to prompt nothing short of chaos as several screams pierced the air and the Were's began to all but charge towards the nearest exit in a veritable stampede. Several people were knocked down as a scattering of fights broke out amongst the crowd from the beings desperate to reach those exits. Animal instinct, it seemed, hhad ensnared near all of the patrons within. That desire to survive creating near mass hysteria. Tobias, amongst that panic, so seemed to eye those stampeding patrons near blankly. Whether or not the man understood that urgency remaned to be seen and yet his sheer disdain for all things wet readily coaxed at his own desire to leave. His hand extended forward, resting upon his companions arm to draw Tetradore's attention to himself before insisting those cars- the veritable pride and joy for them both- were getting wet. Cars, he was certain, should not get wet. That uttered curse that left Tetradore's lips was readily mimicked by the shaggy haired deviant in turn before his companions' command to make sure everyone got out prompted a nod of understanding. The boy was nothing if not obedient in those moments when it truly mattered.

Tobias and Tetradore turned from one another readily then, the lanky Leopard seeking his mate amongst the crowd. His tall frame was nothing short of useful in spotting Raven's curly hair. The young woman seemed to have found Alexis amongst the crowd. Tobias' easily pushed towards them then, the man uttering several words of irritation as people pushed and shoved around him. The deviant so hardly caring for those beings as he grabbed at the collars of their shirts and all but lifted several others out of his way before silently pointing towards those exits. Tobias had no sooner reached his mate and Alexis then that power for teleportation was once more seized to ensnare both women and pluck them from the depths of that chaotic panic. The trio reappearing upstairs within the confines of his and Raven's bedroom. The notion of packing, it seemed, had so hardly occurred to the deviant with any true depth. Tobias' ability to understand beyond the immediate present a distinctly limited thing. The very concept that they would need far more than that book, a singular sock and his favourite iron so hardly seemed to occur to him. This, he was certain, had been efficient packing. Those treasured items were handed to Raven and Alexis only for Alexis to scoff at that very sock she had been given to guard before demanding to know whether or not it had been used.

That very question, it seemed, prompted no small amount of curiosity to the young man's features. Tobias so seemed to consider that very notion for several long moments and yet he was so hardly given any chance to answer as Raven declared that this was hardly packing. His dark gaze readiy shifted towards his wife then, Alexis tossing that sock back on the bed before hurrying from the room to do her own packing. Raven instead commanded that he change his pants before the woman rapidly began to grab clothing from the dresser. Clothing. Tobias' features readily shifted into a scowl, the man content to eye those clothes for several long moments with a clear disdain. Clothes, he was sure, were the least important things. His bare feet, still damp from that water, padded easily across the floor then as the man moved to hunt for those jeans his wife requested. Tobias, for once, so hardly seeming to argue as he tossed aside his current pants and pulled those new jeans into place- the man pausing to diligently roll up the ends of those pants as Raven had suggested. The near distant rumble of those cars could be readily heard beneath the floor, Tobias' own sharp hearing picking out the sound of those engines. The boy readily satisfied in that knowledge that his companion had reached the treasured cars.

Tobias' own attention readily turned toward the packing then, the man content to peer into the bag Raven was hurriedly loading before moving to his own shelves to grab those favoured plastic animals she had given him for christmas, Charles the Dog, a treasured receipt Tetradore had handed him several years ago and Tobias continued to adore despite that scrap of paper seeming to hold truly little meaning to anyone else- and that leather jacket Raven had given him on their anniversary. These, after all, were his favourite things. Raven, he was certain, was packing a bag of 'favourite things'. His mind so managing to deduce this in the very least. The sounds of those cars revved and rumbled below as they were rapidly moved off the Ark. Raven's insistence that she was going to pack for Tetradore followed by her comment that he should find Alexis. Tobias, for several moments, merely content to stare towards his wife once more before those curious words so suddenly left his lips.

"Make sure everyone gets out, Tobias"

Those very words were suddenly and abruptly repeated. That mimic of Tetradore's command easily uttered toward Raven then. Tobias, it seemed, was wholly determined to follow that very request as his head nodded once more- though whether to Raven's request or his own mimicked command remained to be seen. Little Tobias did so ever truly seemed to make sense. The deviant easily strode from his room then, Tobias peering down those stairs for several moments to make sure the rest of those staff had gotten out, the rooms and halls distinctly empty save for Raven, Alexis and himself. It hardly took long to reach Alexis' room, the woman having packed her own bag in turn. Tobias content to point towards it then.

"Are...they your...favourite things?"

Whether or not Alexis had packed her most favourite things was, clearly, a critical question. Raven's arrival several minutes later was followed by that request to teleport them to the docks outside. Tobias was certain he could do such a thing and yet......

"Need to....get....two more....favourites. Come."

Both women were readily directed to follow him then as Tobias led the way back toward Tetradore's bedroom, the deviant pushing open the door only to spy Mira within. The woman so surely had run up those stairs while Tobias had not been looking! His delight at seeing Mira so readily prompted a simper to his features. The woman having grabbed more of Tetradore's things and yet those very things Tobias desired most still sat within the room.


That greeting was readily uttered toward the woman before Tobias hurried into the room with Alexis and Raven in tow, the boy proceeding to reach for that treasured possession then. The playstation. The gangly deviant easily moved to kneel down as that ship groaned and creaked beneath the rapidly filling water. Tobias so proceeding to take several long moments to carefully unplug that machine with its cords before stacking them neatly and beginning that hunt for controllers and games. Speed, it seemed, had been all but forgotten by the boy as Tobias so neatly ordered that playstation, its controllers and games, those poor women so left to look on as the boy diligently worked to save that precious possession before at last gathering it up and into his arms.

"We have....Playstation and....Mira....now we....can go."

Mira, it seemed, was another 'favourite' thing Tobias had been determined to grab. Tetradore, after all, seemed to like her. Tobias waited only so long as it took for the women to grasp any remaining items they desired before that teleportation seized them all, that small party abruptly teleporting from the room and onto the docks outside as Raven had requested. Those last few patrons were all but streaming out of the Ark now, most of the crowd gathered on the dockside to watch that boat begin to lean dramatically to the side. Tobias' gaze shifted hurriedly toward those cars that Henry seemed to be working to make space for as the rest of the pack tried to park them. Tetradore disappeared into that boat a final time only to reappear moments later with those bikes in hand as the Ark crashed dramatically onto one side. That boat, once their home, rapidly filling with water now and sinking ever lower with each passing second. Tobias, for several moments, merely left staring at that water he had known for so very long was their true enemy. The boy momentarily turned toward Tetradore and Mira then.

"It was...probably....the shower sharks."

They, he was certain, were the cause of the boat's demise. A sudden shrieking readily prompted his gaze toward the right, several Were's whom had failed to make it out of the boat only now attempting to leap to the docks- all three of them tumbling into the water. All three of them were flailing badly.

"Birdie! Pretty!"

His hand lifted to gesture to those flailing people. Raven and Alexis, after all, were surely far superior to water rescuing then himself.

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