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

making a habit out of it

Posted on March 09, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE

aiden tetradore

There are monsters outside & they're waitin
there are vultures in line salivatin
though it is dark in the dead of night
I never go down without a fight

How well Tetradore had come to know the caramel physique beneath him, his fingers altogether tender as his calloused hands slid down the length of her feminine figure. The warmth of her bare skin was nothing short of utterly enticing and oh how he enjoyed the sweet curves of her intoxicating bodice as his lips pressed feverishly against hers all over again. Those arduous kisses hardly lasted long after the removal of his own shirt, the very contact of her breasts against the hard, chiseled plains of his chest only served to further the flickering flames of desire that Mira had ignored within him. Her fingers were quick to find his waistband, the very presence of her hands upon his jeans only furthered the Alpha's arousal as she struggled with his zipper. God, how attentive he was to the soft pressure of her hands against him, even through the uncomfortable jeaned material. Her fingers seemed determined to trace the length of him as his pants finally fell to the floor, her very attention prompted a soft hitch to his once steady breath. Her lips seemed keen to follow within the wake of her hands, the heated wetness only serving to bring that hardness to him that Mira so clearly desired. Tetradore found himself incapable of stopping that first breathless moan from leaving his lips. That very sound altogether rare from the Were-King and yet, she was so well attuned to his needs that Mira seemed to become far better at pulling those groans from him.

Tetradore hardly allowed her steadfast attention to linger long, however, the man a patient and unselfish lover as his fingers so roved the very depths of her. How easily he could coax that wetness from her, her very body responding almost eagerly to his gentle, determined touches and how it made him so want her. It was only once he was certain she was more than ready for him that Tetradore finally allowed them that very embrace they both so desperately desired, his very movements fueled by those tempting panted words from her sweetheart lips. With purpose, Tetradore had eased himself into the very depths of her, the pair quickly finding the rhythm that so suited their ever-pressing desires. How eagerly her feminine figure seemed to press against him, his hand so purposefully settled against the small of her back in some effort to push himself further against her. Time seemed to pass entirely unnoticed within that heated embrace - endurance, after all, was one thing the Were-King had never been lacking in. His pace increased as her very body seemed to tighten around the length of the man, that audible change to her breath only promising that very closeness as her groans became near desperate. Within mere moments Mira's physic found that delectable satisfaction, her fingers digging into his skin as her body spasmed against him in that well deserved release.

And oh how it so undid him! Those very sounds of her ecstasy as she groaned into his bare flesh combined with the very feelings her figure assaulted him with so quickly pushed Tetradore to the very edge, the man so quickly following suit. His low, baritone groans intermingled with her sweet soprano notes in those final few, deep thrusts as he relished in the very pleasure he found within her. That exhaustion was quick to find it's purchase within him once again in the aftermath of his own satisfaction, the Alpha near collapsing onto his pack as he rolled off of her. His breath was entirely unsteadied as he simply laid within the plush comfort of those sheets, his fit figure covered in a near glorious sheen of sweat. For a single moment, the pair were silent, both striving to catch their breath as Tetradore's emerald eyes turned thoughtlessly towards the ceiling above them. It was the breathless sound of Mira's voice that drew his gaze. A small grin traced the corners of his features, followed by a puff of air from his nose that was akin to some mixture between a snorted chuckle. Tetradore, however, hardly voiced a word in response, those thoughts so eternally kept to himself with little consideration that she might require a hint of reassurance. Rather, his arm slowly circled around her as Mira snuggled up into his side, her fingers tracing invisible patterns upon his bare chest. Slowly, his emerald eyes turned down towards her as Tetradore leaned down, his lips pressing almost affectionately upon Mira's forehead in an almost unusual glimpse of adoration.

His breath was sluggish to return to its normal pace, his emerald eyes trailed through the darkened hotel room and towards the opened curtains and the dim evening light that spilled in through the window. For several silent moments, Tetradore watched as the sky changed to deeper hues of purple with soft pinks and gentle golds feathering the edges of the setting sun. Softly, Tetradore commented upon the impending night, though the man was still wholly curious about Mira's request. It was...unusual, in some ways, that she might desire to see the city by night and yet...it wasn't as if cityscapes had ever truly been all that enticing to the Alpha either. The Alpha was well aware of her figure shifting ever so slightly against him, his emerald irises refocusing upon the woman snuggled beside him as her golden gaze met his own. An all too warm simper alit her fair feminine features as she muttered her own distaste for the end of an admittedly exceptionally long day - what with the couple having enjoyed both Sacrosanct and China's daytime hours back to back. A small smile tugged at the very corners of Tetradore's lips, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He muttered, his fingers reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. It was an innocent enough gesture, truly, and yet those small glimpses of affection seemed all the more prominent here within China in comparison to the metropolis they called home.

Tetradore was hardly prepared for Mira's abrupt movement as the woman sat up, her lips pressed tenderly against his own in a kiss he half-heartedly returned, his own tiredness perhaps getting the best of him. Nevertheless, the emerald hue of his irises never once left the swells and curves of her naked figure as she pulled herself from the warm comfort of the bed. Her feet padded silently against the carpet as she plucked a bag of snacks from its place across the room, only to retreat back to where she surely belonged. The bag was placed between them, the plastic crinkling in the comfortable silence of the bedroom. Slowly, Tetradore shifted upwards, the man reclining comfortably upon the pillows that were propped up behind him, one arm tossed almost comfortably behind his head as he watched her. The peculiar colored apple she pulled from the depths of her bag caught his eye as his head tilted slightly to the side. The fruit, admittedly, had been extraordinarily expensive for a fruit, it's very peculiarity prompted Tetradore to purchase several extra if only to take home. "No, I'd never seen one before. We need to take a few back with us, there's some people I want to show them to." He hardly bothered to explain who, the curiosity of the apple itself seemed to hold Mira's attention as it was, her teeth sinking into its crisp flesh. The Alpha's brow rose ever so slightly as Mira swallowed her bite, the woman insisting that it was far different than even she had anticipated. Lazily, his arm reached out for the offered piece. He eyed the flesh of the apple inquisitively, only to bring it to his lips to take a bit of it. A soft sound left his lips as the sweet taste of the apple hit his tongue, the Were-King well aware of the golden gaze that lingered studiously upon him.

He hardly a moment to voice his thoughts upon the apple, however, before Mira inquired to his own curiosity for those evening hours. It was clear, the opening she was offering - much less the woman's desire to share those thoughts that lingered upon her mind. For a moment, Tetradore's gaze swept over her features, the man considering those very words as he swallowed his bite of the apple. Slowly, he nodded, "Why night?" The Alpha inquired, falling bait to that blatant lure before he bit into his apple a second time. Tetradore's brows knit together ever so slightly at Mira's declaration that no one new this apparent secret of hers - that family so rarely spoken of that Tetradore tended to forget they even existed at all. So few within their pack, after all, had any familial ties and his own struggles so often monopolized far more of his mind then he likely should have let it. Regardless of that glimpse of guilt that filled his thoughts, the Were-King kept his silence, his gaze merely meeting the contemplative look mirrored within the depths of her blistering gaze. That mock stern look that suddenly crossed her features, however, prompted a soft chuckle from the man as he swallowed his apple piece. "I won't laugh, I promise." He offered her solemnly and yet, he was still ill-prepared for the woman's sudden admission. Rather, a glimpse of bafflement crossed his masculine features as he regarded her. Why, he wondered, was this an ambition to laugh at? Because of how...unexpected it was? It seemed...admirable. Tetradore remained silent, the vibrancy of his gaze almost intense as he scrutinized the suddenly bashful and yet nonetheless breathtaking woman before him. There was something almost...breathtakingly intimate about that moment. Mira, with naught a shred of clothing to hide from his gaze, expressing the utmost desires of her heart. It was a beauty he'd certainly never expected when he'd contemplated bringing her to China.

The ebony apple within his hand was all but forgotten as Mira spoke of her original plan - every detail had been seen to from the college she'd attend to the path she'd need to take to be the lucky few thrust out into space. It was almost heartbreaking, really, to hear of how her life had been shattered by the very man that had brought about her change. If it were not for Negan, Mira would have been well on her way to the stars now, and they most certainly would not have met. He watched as her gaze turned towards the setting sun, her eyes mirroring the darkening skyline as she spoke of the comfort those pinpricks above brought her - something he'd never considered when night so tended to bring him nothing but pain and heartache. The blush on her cheeks saw Tetradore's gaze turn towards the forgotten apple in his lip. "Mira...." He spoke softly, glancing upwards at her. "If you still want that...I can get you back enrolled in that school." Money, after all, was hardly a concern with the profits generated from the Ark's multiple businesses. A well-placed word to the admissions or a generous donation would surely be all that was necessary to secure Mira a position in that university she'd once chosen. This was well within his realm to make happen...even if it meant she might move away to chase after those dreams. At least then she'd be safe, far away from Risque or Negan or any other nightmare that might wish to harm her.

The woman's gently probing declaration that he now knew her secret, however, was met with a small frown of his own. His...secrets? He had far too many to count - from the family he never spoke of to the mistress he often disappeared to for days on end. They were, admittedly, not topics he had any desire to breach tonight. His gaze slowly turned away from Mira in quiet contemplation as his thought drifted even further back - to those sweet childhood memories before his life was utterly decimated. Those years were perhaps as rarely spoken of as Mira's own family, the man often simply preferring to forget all that he had lost...all that he could have been. "It's probably not surprising but...I wanted to be a race car driver." He commented softly, his brows furrowing in thought. "The day my father passed away he took me to speedway down in Kent. It was...rare that just he and I went anywhere. Tobias came with us everywhere...or my mom and Nadya...but that day...it was just us. They were doing Indy car races that day, it was the loudest craziest thing I'd ever seen and I decided right then, that's what I wanted to do." A soft almost resigned chuckle left his lips as he shook his head at his own naivety. Oh, how things changed for him in mere hours, from such childish dreams to such hellish nightmares. "An Astronaut feels more feasible." He commented, providing her an almost teasing wink before popping that final piece of the apple in his mouth.