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

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Posted on March 19, 2020 by lazarus

"How is everything, Laz? Was the trip to the city alright?", the ever-sweet and bright voice inquires through the smart phone held up to the hunter's right ear with all the eagerness the honey-blonde woman seemed eternally capable of. One would think that she would be absolutely exhausted after her workday came to an end and she sent her little class of kindergarteners back home to their families with whatever homework little kids were given these days. And yet, somehow, his younger sister was just as chipper and radiant as she's always been. Annoyingly enough, or so the man would claim."Everything's fine, Ellie. And the trip was long and boring like always", the hunter answers as he walks the familiar, shady streets of the west district of Sacrosanct. There is exasperation in his voice, and he knows that the huntress can hear it."I'm just glad that you made it okay. Have you run into Vhal, yet?", she asks, not even acknowledging the disinterest in her older brother's reply. Leave it her to disregard any subtle hint that he really wasn't keen on even having this conversation. But, after ten missed calls and five voicemails asking for him to "stop being so broody and just call back whenever possible", it was a gesture he hoped would satisfy Ellie so that she would just stop pestering him. And, leave it to his sister to bring up the white-haired witch he'd hoped to leave in his past."Why the hell would I have run into her? Sacrosanct is huge. And it's not like I'm looking for her", he very nearly snaps back at his sister. Of course, the honey-blonde huntress's giggle comes again."Well, that never stopped you two from ending up around each other", she rebuts, amusement painting her words because she knew that she was right.

Lazarus has to stifle a snarl then, knowing that Ellie was, in fact, right. She almost always seemed to be about most things. There was no denying the fact that the hunter and the witch had been rather talented at finding each other when they both went out of their way to avoid the other. It was absolutely aggravating. She'd gone and gotten him 86'ed from the stripper bar - not that it mattered now - and even managed to ruin his night at a club when she'd very nearly bled to death from the wounds inflicted upon her by whomever and whatever she'd picked a fight with. A vast majority of their chance encounters always seemed to involve that wretched woman being up to something that was likely to get her hurt. Yes, he always assumed that it was the white-haired woman who got herself into those close calls. After all, she didn't exactly hold a position at some grocery store or coffee shop. No, what she did was something much worse than that, and he'd been far less than pleased when the witch just so happened to befriend his younger sister who didn't know any better about what Vhal did for a living. She was lucky that the hunter, while hardly the chivalrous or even remotely kind and courteous type, did have some sense of what it meant to honor a request to keep a secret. To this day, Ellie still didn't know that she'd found a best friend in a trained killer. But, somethings tells him that even if he would have told the honey-blonde woman what her "best friend in the whole world" did as an occupation, she wouldn't even bat an eye. Ellie saw the best in everyone. How else could she have tolerated - no, loved - the man all these years? So, he does what he can to curb the desire to simply disconnect the call then and there. He'd say she was lucky, but he knew better.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah", he says then after a pause very much needed to lessen the degree of his annoyance reflecting through his words. And, of course, Ellie only giggles once more."Well, I'll let you go. Jason is going to be here soon for dinner. If you do see her, please tell her that I said hello", she says then. Just the very mention of her boyfriend is enough to make Lazarus bristle, but he refuses to get into it now."Sure", he answers begrudgingly. The siblings exchange their goodbyes, and then the man shove the phone back into the front-tight pocket of his faded jeans before shifting his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket worn over a tri-blend grey t-shirt. He looked as he did years ago, dark-colored hair a disheveled mess, though perhaps a little longer than it was the day he and his sister left this city. His unshaven, chiseled jawline is tense as was it's typical disposition, the man's lips very nearly a frown as he walks those wet streets, hardly bothered with the dampness of his black skater shoes already scuffed and clearly used. Dark forest eyes almost seem to be glaring as he studies the buildings far from cared for like the north or even east side of Sacrosanct. The western side of the city was always the place he wandered most, and he had the appearance of someone that just seemed to belong here. Despite that fact that his intentions had been to avoid returning to this city at all costs. But, as with most of his life, things never seemed to go in his favor. Or so he would claim, the hunter always broody and the polar opposite of his bright and cheerful sister. But, in the same moment, anyone that truly knew Lazarus would know what it was he was this way, why the closest thing to a smile was a wolfish grin or wicked smirk and holding no warmth or kindness.

He finds what he's been searching for as he walks through the light rain that falls over the city. It was grungy and harsh on the eyes, far from inviting, but it was his type of bar. He pushes through the door, and he would have simply sauntered over to the bar and sat down without looking around at any of the faces. Would have. Dark eyes immediately take notice of long stark-white hair tumbling freely over feminine shoulders and down the length of her back to rest just above where he knew generous hips were found on the woman. Fuck. That's the one word that finds his mind then. Of fucking course she would be here. He doesn't miss the way she turns and clearly sees him, only to turn sharply away. He hesitates, very much wanting to just leave and find somewhere else. But, for whatever reason, he finds himself unable to keep from making his way over, even when she slings her legs into the chair beside her. He stops there next to the texting woman, knowing she was only using it as some ruse to try and act like she was busy when she probably couldn't have been further from drowning in the tides of socializing with whomever was on the other end of that phone."I see -", he begins, before being cut off as she lifts a finger to silence him. Instantly, his eyes harden and he can feel his jaw clench again. She hasn't changed one fucking bit. The sheer audacity that she had to hush him! He almost forgot how wildly infuriating she was. And yet, he lingers there, almost determined in a way to say what he had to say. Why did it even matter, though? Not even he knows why he decides to wait there. He'd say it was his desire for a drink and no more.

When she finally does stop dragging out the silence with her phone and sets it on the bar, she turns to lift her gaze at the man almost towering over her, eyes of icy blue trailing over his toned build. A nearly empty smile dances across those luscious lips he couldn't forget even if he tried, and she coos to the bartender fixing a drink for another on of his patrons. Dark forest eyes narrow on the witch as he takes a strong hand and shoves her legs out of the chair, plopping down beside her."I see you haven't changed a bit", tenor tones finishes what he'd originally been trying to say almost in a growl as he settles himself before waving down the bartender."Jack and coke", he orders the man, the only reply he gets is a curt nod before the stranger begins working on the hunter's drink. Sure, he could drink straight whiskey if he wanted to, but the man wanted to make sure he made it back to the townhouse he's taken up residence in. He can hardly keep himself from looking over her in turn, knowing well what was there beneath the casual clothes she was wearing tonight. Lazarus is quick to shove those memories aside, though. That was a long time ago. Though he can hardly detect the scent of another male on the witch and refuse the faint... satisfaction, he does well to hide behind the slight scowl on his face. The bartender sets the glass in front of the man and the hunter is content to take a deep drink and allow for the silence to linger between them."Ellie says hello, by the way", he mentions lackadaisically, almost dismissively even. There, he said hello to Vhal for his sister. He could almost convince himself that was all the conversation that needed to carry between him and the white-haired woman.

But, if he knew Vhal, she'd have something else to say. She always seemed to.

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