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

Don't know where I will land as I reach for your hand;

Posted on February 27, 2020 by Mira Ramos

Despite the shock of the ill-boding shudder that resonated loudly through the cargo ship it was truly lucky that no one got badly injured. Tetradore's baritone voice cut through the sound pollution, she found him immediately within the crowd. It was always easy to find him, despite how stealthily the panther king moved. They made brief eye contact, his demand bled authoritatively over the loud commotion. He looked every ounce an Alpha in that moment. "I've got your back... " She brushed within his mind alone. Eerr, keys... in this case it was the keys but wasn't it synonymous? "Be safe... I'll find you." she whispered under her breath, looking down at the scatter glass by her feet. With renewed vigor set off with clear determination toward the pack rooms. Henry seemed to be whole minus the bump he recieved from the bar, it surely must have hurt, but he made no sound. Honestly she was lucky she didn't get the same, perhaps her positioning by the sink had spared her the same fate, any small cuts had already healed back to smooth caramel skin once more. The perks of quick healing.

At the very least they could hope that the ship afforded them time to grab a few cherished belongings, the very things that couldn't be replaced. Their life was on that ship. She felt that heaviness pressed upon her, that electric static that crackled within her chest that the only home she had felt in over a decade was going to be lost to the ocean floor.

Even with a vigilent eye, apparently, not vigilent enough she had lost Henry. The man disappearing to the opposite side of the ship. Shit. She cursed, knowing she had little time to slow her progression, she would check on him after. The severe slant of that ship betrayed that time was of the very essence.

The pack had all gone their separate ways. While that seemed like the logical solution and only choice given the circumstances, it made room for error. How easy it was to give into to panic, but the Nightshade pack was no stranger to working under pressure. Mira thought of things in a systematic way, checking one box on the figuritive list in her mind. It kept her focused. Her room appeared on the right side, first. She rushed to collect a few items, shoving it into an oversized duffel bag. The leather jacket that Tetradore had gifted her was the first thing she grabbed, quickly sliding into the familiar figure hugging fit. She grabbed some clothing, laptop, and a few various meaningful keepsakes. One figurine that reminded her of family, given to her when she was 12 by her grandma. She could reciet the very speech she gave to her that night and its symbolism. But reminising was far from the she-wolf's thoughts then as she all but placed it at the bottom of the bag. She snatched her favourite old movie that sat next to the laptop... They all seemed like random things and yet each relic meant something irreplaceable to her.

There was no time to dwell at the sadness of leaving behind that telescope, but her mind was solely on the mission at hand. Things could be replaced. Well, most things. The singular most important was that the pack made it out whole. A life was a far more valuable and precious thing.

Mira abandoned her room, not even bothing to close the door as she continued toward Tetradore's room, the final time to take that very journey made it seem all the more real. Those keys were her first priority.. She knew exactly where to look, replaying Tetradore's instructions. The room was in quiet disarray. She had to move carefully as furniture and debris slid methodically as the boat shifted once more. God dammit.. She took a steadying breath as she stood at Tetradore's desk, opening that drawer. Where are you keys? She asked herself, her hand probing until she found it. AHA. She pucked them between two fingers, in silent victory before she slipped them safely into her leather jacket pocket. It was all he asked for.... And yet... There were so many things in that room that were distinctly him. Those items he might not realize that he would miss one day. Everyone had those things. There was room within that bag, and hopefully, enough time to collect the mental list she had concocted.

Firstly, her gaze fell right upon his prized collector models, the lego Bugatti that Tetradore had spent so much diligent time in its assembly. It was the focal point of that very room, at least to her, besides the massive bed itself. The pillow fort she had made almost entirely destroyed as the unsound structure crumbled in on itself.

Promptly she moved into his closet, grabbing a few of her favourite pieces of clothing he wore, clothes, for the most part, could be replaced especially when there were more important things to gather. The comfy sweater he wore on one of their discreet impromptu dates still smelled rich of him was the first one. How she adored that hoodie, not that she would ever voice it out loud. She grabbed a few other things, returnign to the models, packing them with care. The second one being that recent Christmas gift, a very replica of the Lamborghini Aventador he owned, one of her personal favourites of that fleet. She only prayed that the Bugatti hardly fell apart in the commotion. But at least it could be rebuilt.

Next, she moved to spot where he stored his prized trinkets, the watch she had always seen him wear. He seemed to handle it with such care, it was older and yet it was rare to not see it adorning his wrist. The sentimentality behind it obvious to the ever observant she-wolf. She plucked the various other pieces from where he kept his accessories, the rosery beaded necklance next. Then the lava necklace and braclet set she had made him what felt like ages ago. Her lips quirked at the memory, her fingers pressed into the smooth stone remembering just how many attempts it took to get them just right.

She felt a pang in her chest as she peered around that room, so many memories lingered in the bedroom's walls. The room was already a pale figment of what it was before destruction hit. The ship whined once more, the distressed ship cried its mournful melody as if it knew of its imminent death. She should have turned to leave but there was one more drawer...

Mira hadn't seen its contents before. She curiously opened it, firstly noting a strange leather collar. What was that some strange BDSM looking thing? All those nights they had spent together, never did she get the vibe that he was into that. Mira frowned wondering just how she had not known of this.. So lost in her own thoughts, she hardly heard the door open that admitted Tobias, Raven and Alexis. Tobi greeted her with her name, the sound of it causing her body to jolt with surprise. Quickly, She closed that drawer, zipping up the duffle bag with finality that contained both Tet and her own belongings. The heavy bag slung over her shoulder she twirled around to face him. The thought of what was in that drawer pushed aside for now. "Tobi! Hey!" She exclaimed like she hadn't been caught seeing something she should have.

He scared the shit out of her, considering they were sinking, that said something. Her poor heart skipped a beat, but her lips soon gave way to a relieved smile.

Here gaze shifted to the women that trailed behind him "Hey ladies. How are you all fairing?" She offered in greeting. Despite the near heart attack Tobias gave her she was glad she wasn't alone. They were safe, well. As safe as they could be on a rapidly sinking ship. She only hoped Henry had made it off safely.

For many people, it was just a ship. A place to go for entertainment. But to her and the pack that lived there, it was a home and that felt potently within her. A few moments after Tobias had secured the beloved PlayStation and favoured games to go along with it. It wasn't long before the four of them were whisked away to safety off the perilous sinking ship. A huge sigh of relief washed over her at the sight of Henry and Tetradore managing the vehicle situation with Harley and Carolina. The tall, lanky leopard still stood nearby announcing to everyone that it was shower sharks that caused the demise of the Ark itself. What the?

"What exactly are shower sharks?" She rose a brow, curiousity getting the best of her. They sounded... slightly terrifying... and entirely unrealistic. Yet what harm could come out of inquiring about these mythical beasts. But it was far from sad sight of the Ark leaning so far over was a sobering sight.

At any given moment, that ship could simply be swallowed into the inky dark depths of the harbour. With three people on the cars, two on the drowning victims, Mira then made her way to the clustered people, directing them safely off that ship and urging them to find a safe ride home. All while the Ark and whatever lingered within it was meeting its watery grave.

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