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.

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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 hope you're listening

Posted on March 17, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE

aiden tetradore

There's no saving me.
I've become a shell of the man I was. Only time will tell if I'm strong enough.

The luminous emerald hue of the panther's gaze was nothing if not incredibly striking within the dimly lit warehouse as he eyed the men who ran to face him with muted callousness. His ears flicked at the sound of shredding cloth, Tobias' feline near exploding from that human skin in the man's rapid transformation. The leopard's golden pelt near glistened in the low light as his sibling shifted to his side. Maeve's soprano voice seemed to echo within the large space - the desperate joy within its depths altogether palpable. The sound of it, however, produced an...obscure emotion within the stoic panther. Jealousy, perhaps? How well he knew the feeling that surely coursed through the child's chest - that complete and utter hopeful relief. It was a feeling that Tetradore himself had yearned for and one that he would be continually denied. Unlike Maeve, there would be no gallant effort to rescue him from the cruel hands of his nightmares. For him...there was no hope. For him, there was only eternal damnation. A soft breath left the still jaguar's nose and yet, the despondency that clung to him could hardly last with those charging Hunters that so desired his demise. Tetradore was silent as Tobias' broken words rang through the trio's connection, those thoughts filtering through his head with little acknowledgment. It was, in fact, only Mira's suggestion to do what they did best that lingered so prominently within the Alpha's thoughts.

What he did best? Oh, she had such little notion of just what he so excelled at. Tetradore had been trained with cold precision to be a man that would surely terrify her if she truly knew what he was so capable of. Those five hunters that so foolishly rushed towards him were little more than child's play in comparison to the numbers Risque had put up against him. Perhaps it was time to show Mira the depths of his own depravity - after all, Tetradore could hardly continue to entertain those thoughts of simply relishing in that time he had with the woman. She would surely fall prey to Risque's cruelty if he did. How foolish he had been to think he might find even a glimpse of a sanctuary within her. That shift within the Were-King was almost imperceptibly as he simply allowed himself to be that very pet he had been so carefully molded into. His jaws parted, Tetradore's roar echoing within the confines of the warehouse. The ebony jaguar lunged forward, his paws so quickly closing the distance between the two parties before Tetradore smoothly leapt into the air.

The panther's form collided firmly into the first of those Hunter's, his claws digging into cloth and flesh to find purchase as he climbed up the man's torso, only to use the unfortunate fellow's shoulder to further jump into the fray. The very scent of blood all but permeated the air and coated his claws, the very force of his leap sent the still screaming hunter forward and towards his spotted brother. Tetradore could hear the resounding roar from Tobias' lips, near echoing his own as the leopard fell upon the Alpha's forgotten prey. The Were-King, on the other hand, allowed his own affinities to rush forth as he targeted the leader of the Hunter party. He watched as the man's pupils widened, sparked by that fight or flight reflex. It hardly mattered what poor Hunter did, truly, Tetradore was on top of him in a matter of seconds. His shadows fluttered to his side, the feline and man all but disappearing in seconds before the Alpha reappeared upon the metal rafters above. It was a precarious teleportation, one of the more meticulous ones he had ever attempted but it was nevertheless successful. Tetradore was more than willing to abandon the Hunter - for now.

He leapt fearlessly from the rafters, Tetradore's hefty weight landing upon a hunter to send him to the floor beneath the feline. A growl echoed within his throat as Tetradore used the man's figure to absorb his fall - his fangs flashing as he so gave into those jaguar reflexes. His front fangs bit into the man's head, effortlessly crushing his skull with the panther's own uniquely strong bite force. He could hear that sickening crunch of the man's head, the fracture filling his mouth with blood that soon coated his inky black fur. The fellow stilled within his grasp, near-instantly meeting his end within the panther's mouth - Tetradore was nothing if not an efficient murderer. The panther was quick to turn upon the last remaining member of the hunter party, Tobias making quick work of his remaining friend. This one, however, seemed to have a keen grip upon his gun - though it was shaking in his hands as fear so overtook the man. Unlike his companions, however, he was quick to pull the trigger, several bullets shot off in the direction of both felines.

Several of those bullets flew wide of the panther, the Hunter's aim rather...lackluster in his own panic. One, however, grazed his shoulder, slicing against the feline's ebony flesh - the pain serving to do little more than irk the man. His own roar once again reverberated throughout the room in retaliation before the panther launched forward, the panther once again utilizing his own weight to topple his opposition. His jaws parted, his saliva glistening in the low light before Tetradore's teeth fastened around the fellow's neck. His own affinity for acid flared to life, his saliva corroding flesh and bone as the Hunter screamed until his acidic saliva destroyed the man's vocal cords, the Hunter's bleeding out soon afterward. His blood coated Tetradore's paws and yet, the panther hardly seemed perturbed in the slightest. An audible chuff left his lips as he saught his Beta's attention, the emerald of his gaze turned upwards and towards the final 'treed' Hunter. Their very prize...left for last.

The Were-King's shadows swirled around his feet - they were the only indication of his intention to teleport as he reappeared upon the metal beams upon the ceiling of the warehouse. The very presence of the Alpha only seemed to renew the stench of fear that permeated around the Hunter like an aura. With nowhere to run, and no weapon to face the danger that so keenly prowled towards him, his gaze wildly sought some means of escape. There was, Tetradore knew, little hope for the man's survival as he pressed onward with each silent step - a growl reverberating within the depths of his vocal cords. Admittedly, what Tetradore did not expect was the man's abrupt decision to merely jump - albeit poorly and with the waiting Tobias below. At the very least, as the Hunter fell upon the cement with a near sickening crunch, the decision had removed any need for either of the felines to chase him.

This is my last goodbye