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

Please know I'd fight for you;

Posted on March 18, 2020 by Mira Ramos

Some fear fire, but I've become it.

The wonderful sounds of pleasure that left his lips was like fuel to the she-wolf. It ignited her in ways that consumed not only her body in an intoxicating fire but that day spent together fueled her with hope of the unseen. Her lips, her tongue, her body all worked synonymously as one, a unit of sensation and feeling. She couldn't have enough as the pair became swept up in a heady wave of heated arousal, speaking in a language that could not be concealed. That first moan brought a grin to her lips as she looked along the hard lines of his toned physique to ensnare his gaze. Enjoying the way his emerald eyes seemed lost to the desire she had expertly coaxed. But when he touched her he brought to life such desire. It was a dance they knew all too well, wordlessly he knew exactly where she wanted to be touched. He was always attentive to her very body as her breathing deepened. The moan that escaped her was met with a kiss her body responded to. She could have shattered beneath those very touches his hand brought her to, that blissful cusp that saw her hips raising off to the bed in an invitation. Her core slick with clear readiness and a desire for more than just his fingers. Those beckoned words uttered which was all he needed to feel his body on her. If he was tired now, he didn't show it.

The pair entirely lost within each other, his hand finding the small of her back as if he wanted more. In a salacious movement of her hip she elevated to meet him, as they found all new depths. She praised his name in a moan as he drove her body further. Tetradore speaking straight through her as his hips moved in ways that caused that friction she could not help but come undone beneath his perfected touches. He made no attempt to rush, never selfish in his own wanton need, always making sure she was more than satisfied.

Which was almost contradicting to a man in power. Or to a man in general. It was so different from any other lover she had ever had. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed, their lovemaking had been a vortex of time. Until they both came undone in near unison, as she pushed him beyond his own brink. The sound of his pleasure and her own entwined in its own song that had to be one of the best sounds she had ever heard. How little she was able to think of it as they were both left near panting and immobile with a sheen of sweat to attest to their satisfying efforts.

Contentment washed over the pair along with the stunning colours of the setting sun. How in that very moment it set her golden eyes seemed ablaze like the inferno that rushed through her very veins. She could not help the way she stole a glance up toward Tetradore who looked exquisite bathed in the afterglow and that gentle golden hue. His haunted features softened. How she cherished these very moments where the pair were simply each others. It was a pity that the day was coming to a close as that sky melted into darkness. She uttered her thoughts which earned her a smile, his fingers brushed across her forehead featherlight to tuck an unruly warm hickory brown strand behind the woman's ear in an intimate gesture. She relished within this newfound affectionate side that he had seemed to find within China. Was it the stress of home that stole away his contentment. Or was it something else? The alpha was so hot and cold with her she didn't know where she stood. If she were not a confident woman she would have been swallowed with doubt and yet how eager she seemed lulled by these moments that could not lie.
But now, those doubts were all but obliterated. But she could not deny that very hunger that settled upon her that she intended to remedy with the snacks they had accumulated upon their journey, she hardly felt exposed by her own nudity, confident within her own skin.

The bag was quickly plucked from that countertop, as the cool air that brushed upon her flesh nearly made her shiver. How she moved swiftly to return to the warmth of that bed, plucking the ebony apple, the most intriguing of fruits that she wished to try first. Those words uttered in jest, even despite the real threat of exhaustion. No way she was going to succumb to it even though her mind and body craved for the sweet lull of sleep within the comforting embrace of Tetradore's arms. Not yes.

That apple however seemed to prompt her own curiosity, the fruit was unusual as was its pricetag. One she had deemed worth at least trying this rare treat that most have never even hear of. For all they knew it tasted lacklustre even despite the sellers broken-english insistence that they were magical even if it had come in a mere plastic bag with six in them. Mira was hardly one to fall for snake oil and yet, that adventurous part of her could not turn the opportunity down. She had teased Tetradore that if they suddenly sprouted horns that they would probably have to run away together.

Fortunately, there was nothing magical or curse inducing to do with the fruit. It was merely a rare apple, grown in a very specific area in Tibet. It was known as a black diamond apple which came as no surprise considering how abysmally expensive it was. It was not even a true black but more akin to a dark purple. Tetradore admitted he had never seen one before. The mention of a few people caused her brow to rise. Surely he meant the pack. That inquisitiveness seemed to focus upon the apple itself. "It looks like we will be the test subjects first." She teased, amused by the unique apple in her palm.

She broke the apple in half offering Tetradore one, far more confident noticing that the inside hardly took on an usual shade. With no preamble, she sunk her teeth into the flesh of the fruit first, the sound satisfying and juicy as the sweetness flirted with her taste buds. She anticipated something far more tart, or perhaps exotic. But she could not deny that it was delicious all the same. She closed her eyes as if tasting each note of delicious flavour that lingered within her mouth.

She admitted it wasn't what she expected and yet she couldn't help herself for going for a second bite, quite enjoying the taste. Her gaze fluttered open, no regrets. She offered the half to Tetradore who seemed far more content to watch her expression. With little insisting other than the encouraging look for him to 'try' as Tetradore took the other half. She watched his expression, her smile growing as he was assaulted with the pleasant taste. "Not bad huh?"

After a few moments Tetradore's mention of the looming brush of nightfall. She shifted, considering her words before giving the man an opening as to why she wished to stay up. Tetradore contently chewed the piece he had, the sound that escaped him suggested it was pleasing. He waited to swallow before offering her that question. An opening. There was no harm in sharing that with him and in truth, she was sure he was bound to find out anyways her little nighttime secret. Even though she had to admit, she was a little nervous to speak those words. How odd it was, she was rarely the bashful type in the least. Yet there was something about this that seemed to prompt it. He chuckled before his words grew solemn. That hardly provoked much validity to his statement and yet still she shook her head and yet nearly addicted to that very sound. Mira savoured another taste of her apple.

Finally, she admitted her secret she had not shared with a single soul in Sacrosanct. Mira shifted, curling her legs beneath her, still snuggling into the plush pillows at her back in an effort to conceal her own odd shyness that assaulted her, funny that it was not the nakedness of the outside that prompted that but the revelation of the inside. She could not recall the last time she ever spoke about it outloud. There was something about this very moment nestled upon the bed with him, speaking of those usually unspoken morsels that contributed to who she was that made the room feel cozy. It rivalled the pillow fort she constructed.

Mira, her name upon his lips drew an almost curious glance his way even despite the blush upon her cheeks. Their eyes locked and part of her expected to find humour within the depths of his gaze and yet there was a softness within them. She had years to accept her life and how her course has changed. She had changed, circumstance and experience had shaped her into the woman she was. How she could not envision a life where that was a reality. Certainly not now when she had found her place. A place that had filled the void she had once filled with stars. His offer surprised her, startled her. How selfless that offer was and yet... it was very much who he was. There was not a damn soul that would have offered that very thing. Would have sacrificed a limb when she had sacrificed herself time and time again for the people she cared for. How she froze... at the realization at how different her life was now from the life of a teenage girl with hopes that landed into the vast space overhead. She could have kissed him all over again, her golden eyes shone with an emotion that brought a mist to them. She reached forward then, her fingers hooked one of his upon his free hand as if craving the sensation of contact. She shifted her form to find herself closer to him as she cupped his hand tenderly in her own.

She drew forth a breath, barely considering her words that she allowed to flow easily from her. "That might have been me then.. A girl with dreams to touch the untouchable. To do what few people were ever able to do... I made the choices in my life, to protect the people I care about. I endured... and did what I could, and became stronger for it. I wouldn't be who I am today if it were not those sacrifices and I wouldn't change it for anything. It led me here... to find a home, not one I was born into or forced into. But one I chose. It... filled me with far more than I once thought to ever be possible.. And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I am happy and fulfilled where I am... and I can't remember a damn moment I ever felt that way. I don't need to escape when I look up in the sky... I simply enjoy it.. Even if it is from the ground."

She paused, her lips curled into a smile, and she raised her gaze to meet his own. Not one filled with regret or what if. "Besides... how will I ever challenge you to a rematch?" She elevated her brows in faux challenge as a laugh smoothly escaped her. She hardly elaborated what that meant and yet somewhere within that molten stare.

Tetradore was a secretive man, she had known that from the very beginning but it made those admittances all the more valuable to her. A sign of trust and comfort. How she felt she knew him on a far more deeper level that she couldn't quite explain and yet there were places that she could not come close to touch. He was as mysterious as those enveloping emerald eyes that looked away, unseeing as though a memory began to surface. She hardly said a word, forever patient with the alpha she had only wanted to know. It was like he was lost to sights and sounds she was not privy of. For a moment she couldn't help but wonder if she lost him, if he would somehow retreat to the safe cold indifference he could easily slide into in a moment's notice. It was a survival tactic, one that she knew to an extent. She drew in a patient breath, comfortable in the quiet before his lips parted and his smooth voice flooded that darkening room that neither of them seemed to be bothered by. Something about it seemed tender, as if some part of him let his guard down just a little, allowing her a look inside of the man he was and perhaps some small part still was.

What surprised her was the mention of his father. A being he rarely ever mentioned before. She leaned in slightly, curious of this new side of him. The way he spoke of those Indy car races seemed to spark a light within his very soul even though the day that would have been his best day had ended in tragedy. She felt for him, that pang at having lost his family was all but tangible. He never told her how his father had passed and yet she could see in his vibrant eyes the shadows that haunted him there. However, there was something else when he spoke of that day. A gleam, a hope, a memory that even despite it being tarnished possessed something special to him. That near resigned chuckle that escaped him showed a weariness he so often concealed.

"You would have given them a run for their money. I bet you could now. Not to mention the men who would kill to drive one of your cars now." She admitted, especially knowing how good a racer he was in general. He made a name for himself not only in the ring he fought in but people he raced against. "Yet still you are the best racers I know. You know... you are the only person who could beat me in a race.." She wrinkled her nose at him, that very pout to her lip jutted out just so. "So... whose poster did the young Tetradore have up on his wall?" She paused in thought. "Mine was... Valentina Tereshkova. The first woman in space... Although now, Chris Hadfield is probably one right up there. The goofy Canadian who posts those online videos. It gets me every time." She admitted.

The mention of her becoming an astronaut was far more feasible! How she doubted that!
She grinned at him. "When wolves fly..." She laughed. Even if she had completed the schooling and worked in Nasa... the chances of making it into space was akin to winning the lottery.

"Did your father teach you about cars?" She seemed inquisitive, wanting to know more of the man he kept stashed away to his memories he kept to himself. Hopefully that harmless coaxing would open those doors a little wider.

The pair seemed to get lost in conversation, the snacks in a disarray upon the bed as they chatted and stuffed their faces. It was long since dark out. Her eyes widened in near excitement. "Its time.. Lets see what we can see, shall we?"