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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask

Posted on March 06, 2020 by Raven Cain

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Even though the cargo ship was made of cold high-tensile steel, inside the ship was a familial warmth that helped make the place a home. It was out of the ordinary to make a vessel that was meant to transport product and transform it into a home, and yet they did. They could have lived anywhere within Sacrosanct or on the outskirts of the city and yet they resided here in the West. It seemed silly, but the young woman never thought that the cargo ship would ever sink. The Ark just seemed like it was a piece of structure that would never leave its permanent spot beside the docks, it would be here throughout their lifetime. It was a shame to think that, that may not be the case anymore. It was extremely uncomfortable this sudden terrifying feeling, that was starting to gnaw at the pit of her stomach. It had been a very long time since she felt that terrible feeling, being afraid in her own home. While the other Weres began to panic and attempt to evacuate the ship, the she-wolf kept her eyes focused on Alexis, attempting to reach the woman so they could at least get to the safety of the fighting ring. Funny. The fighting ring was the least safe place to be on any other night. Allowing her arm to proactively wrap over the were-fox shoulders, she walked with her up the steps for what would probably be the last time. The stench of the recent blood from the Okapi reached her nostrils again, causing the woman to gag for a moment, finding it absolutely horrid. Hearing Alexis inquiry she replied gently, masking her worry.

"I've just been feeling off is late, everything is just too sensitive."

What was too sensitive, she purposefully left out. She wasn't quite ready to share her news. Just another week and she would be in the clear to let her mate and pack know what was going on. So long as everything was all right when the time was right. Keeping those dark shadows around the two her eyes scanned the panic crowd, looking for something not right, hoping this wasn't an ambush. It was that familiar sense of her mate that caught her attention. Feeling that familiar sense of the shadow transportation, she closed her eyes, finding that jolt uncomfortable too. Reopening her eyes she saw they were back within their own bedroom. After seeing Tobias attempt to pack their essentials, she gently, but firmly told her husband that his attempt would not do. Already finding duffle bags to pack with, she gave one to Alexis, unsure if she had one or not. As the she-wolf started looking around at what they would need to pack she couldn't help, but feel that pang of sadness again. All those years, those memories would be all gone later tonight. When she daydreamed about what life would be like, she always assumed her child would learn how to walk here within the safety of their bedroom, running around the Ark to find her child playing 'hide and seek' with their Father, and having to yank her child from trying to enter in the fighting ring to be just like Dad. A shame she wouldn't see such things. After finishing up their packing she heard Tobias speak. With a nod in agreement she followed after him to get Alexis.

Finding Alexis packed with her belongings she gave the girl a small smile, almost as reassuring herself and the were-fox that all would be well. Hearing Tobias say they would need to get two more favorites, she shrugged her shoulders unsure about what he meant...because truly it could mean anything. Making their way into towards Tetradore's room she watched as Mira attempted to pack some of Tetradore's things. Once Mira and Tobias were finished packing up last minute things she watched as the familiar shadows started to swirl around them. Keeping a hold of the bags she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling quite uneasy with this mode of necessary, swift transportation. As they made it to the dock her eyes widened in complete shock at seeing her home of a few years tilt to the side, taking in the water at a rapid rate. A very, very soft whimper was caught in the back of her throat, dismayed to see their home disappear. That mention of shower sharks from her mate caused her to shake her head in disagreement, speaking dejectedly.

"A hole just doesn't appear on a ship like that...someone or something had to make it...and shower sharks never existed."

It all just simply didn't make any sense. Raven didn't see what caused the ship to get a hole. It wasn't like the hole just decided to magically appear. As the ship continued to sink she heard her mate say her name. Looking at her mate she noticed he was pointing at something, following his direction, her eyes narrowed seeing the three bodies of Weres flailing about within the waters. Lifting up one of her hands she started to focus on one of the Weres, waiting until she felt she had a firm hold before slowly lifting the Were up and brining it over towards their side of the docks, placing them gently beside Alexis so she can look them over. She would repeat this process for the other two, mentally thanking whoever decided she could have that telekinesis gift. As the Ark was completely submerged the young wolf shook her head miserably. With a somber tone, she spoke aloud what everyone was possibly wondering.

"I never thought I'd, that we'd, lose a home again...where are we going to go, what are we going to do?"

Surely everyone was feeling the same dismal feelings. Absentmindedly she placed one hand on her stomach, keeping her eyes focused on the spot where the Ark had once been. It was a fair question. What was their pack supposed to do when their home and reputation of power was completely destroyed?

Raven Cain.
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