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

all it takes is one and I'm gone

Posted on April 04, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE

I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

Anxiety bubbled within the chest of the usually stoic Were-King as he led the two women further into the depths of the sinking ship. He was intently aware, in those chaotic moments, of each connection he held to each member of his pack. As much as he treasured those luxurious sports vehicles, those lives were vastly more important and Tetradore was determined to ensure each soul escaped the quickly sinking ship. He hardly hesitated as he swept into the depths of his garage, the room one the Alpha spent a great deal of his own time within. The very existence of those vehicles seemed to momentarily stun the sardonic Harley into silence, Carolina breaking that quietness only with a low whistle of appreciation. They were a sight to see, of that Tetradore was well aware and yet, the slanting of the ship made even them shift slightly as their emergency brakes strove to keep each of those exotic vehicles in place. Tetradore hardly hesitated as he stepped further in the garage, busying himself with the keys of each vehicle. He was swift in diving up the labor - pointing out several vehicles for Carolina only to turn towards Harley with and tasking her with several others. The young woman's insistence that she should be allowed to drive one of those cars was a comment he was quick to ignore. After all, he hardly had the time to fight with her on the topic, the man desperately needing those extra hands and yet, neither did he offer her any sort of agreement as he quickly moved to the far end of the garage, punching the button that automatically caused the back of the ship to open, a ramp down to the dock extending.

Where the edge had once neatly laid down upon the edge of the wooden dock, now the ramp hovered several inches above the wooden surface, the distance only increasing with each passing moment. He hardly gave it any thought, however, as Tetradore hurried towards the most irreplaceable vehicle of his fleet - La Voiture Noir. He glanced briefly towards Carolina, his bartender made herself comfortable behind the wheel of his Diamante, her voice calling out over the roar of its engine. He offered the woman a vague sort of nod before Tetradore settled in the ebony leather of the Noir. Quickly he turned over the engine, hardly giving the car the usual time to warm up before he coaxed it towards the chaotic docks, Carolina and the white Diamante quickly following suit behind him. The sheer number of people standing and gawking at the Ark's demise made navigating those sports cars particularly difficult and yet, eventually he found a place to park the sleek black vehicle, Carolina liberally laying down the horn of the Lamborghini she drove before stopping the white car beside his. Damn it, the people were making it tedious to get his fleet out of the ship, the duo wasting precious time getting the damn lemmings to move. His emerald eyes scanned the throng, only to fall upon the figure of Henry. Perfect. That shout towards his Vector was answered with a vague wave, the Alpha certain Henry would take care of the crowd as he joined Carolina in running back towards the Ark.

He passed Harley as she levitated his McLaren, the girl carefully walking it out of the Ark. The vehicle slipped from her control just as he passed, the action near immediately gaining the Alpha's attention as he shot her a glare and yet.....dropping from several feet was still better than the bottom of the ocean, even if he would never verbally admit it. Tetradore hardly had time to chastise her, however, as he climbed into the next vehicle. The process was much the same, the duo hurrying as quickly as they could from car to car. Henry's efforts had proven nothing but fruitful, his shouting voice echoing loudly, his threats enough to force the crowd to part for Tetradore's vehicles. He was well aware of each scrape his vehicles suffered, the sound of metal on metal bringing a cringe to his physique each time and yet, he was forced to merely bear the horrific sounds. He could feel the boat tilting more and more to the side with each passing moment as Harley finally got the last two vehicles off the ship - leaving only the motorcycles left. Tetradore was more than willing to retrieve those himself, even with the perilous slant of the ship. His hands quickly grasped their handlebars as his shadows raced to his aid, that ability for teleportation so utilized to bring man and bikes onto the dock just in time for the boat to capsize on its side.

The very sound of the ship hitting the water echoed loudly in his ears, sending waves lapping against the dock with its impact. His emerald eyes turned towards the boat, the Alpha slowly meandering towards the very edge of the wooden platform - past the vehicles he so loved, past the pack that had escaped, the entire weight of his attention was focused upon the sinking ship as the dark ocean depths took from him everything he had ever owned. The cargo ship had not looked like much on the outside, it's interior holding some level of homey comfort and yet...it was the first thing in his entire life that had been all his. It had been a point of pride for the Alpha, in a way, and now...it was gone. He stared at the quickly disappearing silhouette of his ship, the Western King hardly reacting to Tobias' insistence that it was shower sharks nor Mira's inquiry of what that mythical creature even was. He remained still and silent as Raven pointed out how odd it was that the Ark had sunk...only to inquire just where they were going to go. How that question seemed to linger heavily upon the of his pack, Tetradore entirely aware of the weight of their gaze upon him. And why shouldn't they look to him? Was this not his responsibility? His job? To provide for them? His lips parted though the words he knew he should speak failed him. The very last thing he anticipated was for Henry to rally the pack, his Vector stepping up to insist that family was them - not the Ark. Was that not what he had assembled this group of misfits for. To find a family?

Softly, Tetradore exhaled as Carolina so quickly joined in, insisting that, at the very least, her floor was open to any of the pack who might need it. It was a generous offer and yet, had Tetradore not seen to this too? Sluggishly, he turned back to them, the Alpha pushing away his own eclipsing emotions if only to focus upon his pack. "Mira, those keys." He commented, his hand held out for the very item she had retrieved. It was only once they were in his palm that he turned towards Raven, offering them to her. "There's a cabin in the woods these open. I'll give you the address, take Tobias and the Ford. It's fully stocked with food...you'll be fine." He nodded slightly towards the Ford GT, the man hardly concerned for its fate when Raven was such a law-abiding citizen. She was unlikely to bring the vehicle any harm when she stopped at every red light and stop sign for the recommended five painfully long seconds. Harley, he could already see retreating from the group at large, the woman had a home of her own to return to, placing her at the very least of his concerns at the present moment. "Henry....just fucking go home." He uttered bluntly, the Alpha entirely aware of how Henry had so avoided returning to Sterling's despite how desperately he clearly wanted his (ex?) boyfriend. "If it doesn't work out Carolina said she has floor space for now. Carolina if you could take Alexis with you or to her boyfriend's I'd appreciate it." Each of them had someplace to go, in one way or another, Tetradore so relying upon those connections the pack had made outside of their little 'familial' unit. "I'll contact you all once I have another place for us." Tetradore offered in assurance, though even that process might take...months. Still, at the very least he wouldn't have to worry about the pack for some time...all that was left was Mira and himself and the multitude of sports cars. At the very least...he had a plan for that.

The King of the Damned