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

i've made mistakes and i couldn't take 'em back

Posted on March 13, 2020 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Carolina Grace Bedford.

It all seemed so surreal, something you would see on a movie screen but never expect to experience in real life. The panic that filled the room was stifling, even if she hadn't been able to actually smell it as it filled the ark like the water that rushed into the rooms below them. She was fighting the feeling of uselessness, unable to have any effect on the near-stampede that was beginning to take place as everyone in the room made for the same exit. The feeling was almost suffocating, as if she were already drowning before the water even touched her feet when her eyes found Tetradore again as he deftly made his way through the throngs of people to the tiny island the bartable created. His deep voice managed to carry above the cacophony as he called first her name and then Harley's, she turned to see the woman behind her clearly trying to blend into the crowd as they streamed out. She sighed, knowing the girls story and all the Pack had tried to do for her, but it didn't stop the touch of sympathy the snow leopard felt at her situation. There wasn't time for that now however as she pushed it from her mind, being an empath had its uses but there was no place for emotion in a crisis it would only slow her down.

Shadowing Tetradore she used him as a shield of sorts as she followed him out of the crowd, his parting the waters so to speak allowed her to slip through much easier It seemed even in their panic Weres knew to move out of an Alphas way; instinct is a powerful thing. She wasn't sure what he was wanting of them, but she didn't have to even think about helping with whatever it was. These people had helped her secure a life for herself and pick up the pieces when it had all fallen apart and now it looked like it might be her turn to repay the favor. They moved quickly through the ships interior until they reached the garage, of which she had heard rumors but never actually laid eyes on herself.

A low whistle left her lips as her stormy eyes slipped over the sleek and shiny vehicles, for just a moment forgetting the pressing situation in which they found themselves. That the Were-King liked his vehicles fast was a fact she knew well, she had seen the speeding tickets to prove it, but this was something else. Tetra's heavy voice speaking her name bringing her harshly back into it as he rattled off names quickly before tossing her a set of keys. "Of course," she said as she caught them deftly, turning them over in her slender fingers before moving quickly toward the Diamante first as he had asked. Perhaps it was lucky that she had some experience with cars, the fact that she may have at one point in time worked lifting them before moving on to her more 'cushy' life of crime was something she didn't think needed to be mentioned especially at the current moment. She slid into the low seat, the supple leather that probably cost more than everything she owed so easy to sink into as she quickly turned the key and heard the engine roar to life. As the sound settled into a low purr she allowed herself just a moment to rub her hand across the smooth surface of the steering wheel. Tetradore's instruction regarding the bumper had her eyes scanning their path, noticing the ramp and realizing just what he meant. She winced a little at the thought, but surely a car that needed a few cosmetic repairs was vastly better than one at the bottom of the murky waters. "Got it!" she called, unsure if the response would even make it to him over the noise that now reverberated within the metal walls, but it didn't matter.

She pulled out behind Tetra, trying to hurry but the tight spaces and precarious situation forcing them to take their time maneuvering especially once they hit the docks. Its seemed the throngs of people once safely out of the boat were entranced at the sight of it sinking. She laid on the horn unabashedly, steering around them until she could park the car next to the Bugatti and sprint back towards the ship once more. Without looking she could hear Tetradore tasking Henry with making their path a bit clearer but she couldn't spare to pay attention to it as she slid into the next car, any other time this would have been exciting but she couldn't quite manage the feeling as she did her best to extract the vehicle from the ship with the least amount of damage. She could hear the undercarriage scrape a bit this time around, but that's what he got for only having cars that could drive under a semitruck. Pressing on she was thankful to see the way was clearer this time around, the distant sound of Henry cursing over a megaphone bringing only the barest glimpse of a smile to her pink lips.

The final car was the worst by far, the gap between ship and dock growing steadily but there was no turning back now as she tuned out the sound of metal-on-metal and floored it to the make-shift parking lot, the vehicles that filled it making her consider if Tetradore paid her enough before she hurried back to the docks edge. She felt tremendous relief when she saw the familiar figures of the rest of the pack standing there safe and relatively unharmed, and it almost surprised her. How long had it been since she had let herself care for people, she was reminded of how easily that could hurt you and yet she found it didn't bother her as much as it once had. She came to stand behind Raven as she mentioned losing their home... again, and her heart broke quietly for them. Her hand moved to rest gently on the curly haired woman's shoulders as they watched the ship sink beneath the water with startling finality. Henry's reply had her nodding mostly to herself, she had never put much stock in places as her own family home had never been a place of happiness for the girl, but she knew what they must all be feeling. "Henry's right, Home is wherever all of you are, wherever you make it." She paused, squeezing Raven's shoulders gently. " My place isn't much, but there's lots of floor space and the heat works. You're all welcome to stay if you want or need."

It felt like rather a lame offer in comparison to everything going on around them, but she felt like she had to do something. Perhaps it was for the best that she had put off joining the pack, moving in to the Ark and all that entailed... yet at the same time she now felt more than ever that this is where she was meant to be. For better or worse these were her people now. Her eyes lingered on Raven before sliding from her past each member of the pack before they came to rest on Mira and finally Tetradore. These people stood by each other through anything, she had seen evidence of it constantly and she wondered what it would be like to be a part of that. To feel secure and valued once more, in the midst of this tragedy for the first time she felt hope.

Run away with me
Lost souls and reverie
Running wild and running free
Two kids, you and me
Long live the pioneers
Rebels and mutineers
Go forth and have no fear
Come close the end is near