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

How do I start? When you don't know what to say?

Posted on May 27, 2020 by Mira Ramos

Some fear fire, but I've become it.

Just how badly Mira wished to teach those hunters a lesson was internalized, even despite those animalistic urges that lingered just beneath the surface of her skin, within the blood in her veins, and the marrow in her bones. It wasn't easy to simply watch both felines to seamlessly shift without her. That deeply rooted pack bond tugged with a resilience within herself, sending a shiver along her spine that was not from the cold. Yet that need to protect what was their own, was the only thing that had the woman refusing to succumb to the desire that continuously protested within her. She focused on the sole thing that mattered in that moment, keeping the young girl safe. To shield the poor girl from the horrors of the world. At least for a little longer, so long as she could.

She was nothing short of precise with the way that she purposefully and dutifully shielded her view, positioning her body to hide the gruesome sight of the felines disposing of the hunters, the best way they knew how. With a savage ruthlessness. One could pity the fool that took arms against the Nightshade pack. Yet... Mira was all too aware of the grisly scene that occurred, the sound, the scent... the glimpses she had stolen as if unable to look away. What a contrast it was to see them now in comparison to the despondent men playing video games mere hours prior. They moved in synchrony, forged only by decades of a bond that was stronger than blood itself. They were truly brothers, in every sense. Even if blood didn't link then, their souls certainly did.

It was like they moved on autopilot, easily abandoning any sense of humanity that lingered within them, embracing that violence in only a predator knew how. One by one the hunters fell like sad little flies. It was impressive if it wasn't so brutal. Yet Mira knew, they deserved it. How dare they close in on their territory and steal what was not theirs to steal. Maeve would not be another statistic tonight. They had seen to it.

The golden eyed she-wolf had to focus every ounce of her being to not.... gawk. Tetradore's roars rumbled through her chest, ratting her very bones in a way she'd never known. She knew all too well the fearsome beast he could be... but... not like this. Never like this. This was a brutality that she would not soon forget. Such darkness pummeled through him at that encapsulated moment in time.. She wondered if she would even recognize the man if she looked into his eyes then, she knew she wouldn't. Just how much did he shield from her?

Even still, she would not mourn the loss of those hunters. They made their bed. Yet, evens till she found it increasingly difficult to remain outside of the fray. It conflicted her very thoughts, brought her back to a time and place she would rather not relive. Those thoughts crashed upon themselves like angry caves against the sea rocks and if it were not for the voice of a frightened girl that drew her into the present she hardly knew where that trail would lead. How she knew the girl would never truly recover if she had seen it.

That grisly scene was enough to provoke an endless supply of haunting horrors, it was bad enough to be stolen away. To no longer walk with that similar confidence. Perhaps it was a much needed lesson as cruel as it was. Yet, the fae possessed such unshakeable trust that Mira was taken aback. What if she had not heard the girl's cries? Had not seen the fleeing vehicle in the moments that she did? Mira's concerned gaze flicked back toward the girl that closely moved by her side just as the hispanic woman caught sight movement within the rafters above. How she wished to have witnessed it fully.

Tetradore moved like a shadow of nightmares with equal parts sleekness to execute the last of the remaining hunters. Tobias remained below... hunkered down with a predatory anticipation for what he already knew the very assault in which his companion planned. That scent of blood and death wafted once more toward the woman, even within the dim light it looked like a goddamn house of horrors. Bodies and blood coated the aged and grimy cement floor of that warehouse.

It was the shocking crack of gunfire that made her blood run cold and a gasp stolen from her. Mira secured Maeve even tighter like a bird protecting its young with a wing as she ensured that both Tetradore and Tobi were unharmed. Those bullets, fortunately far away from both the she-wolf and innocent fae, ducking her own head instinctually.

It wasn't long before the final hunter fell... and the warehouse was once again met with an eerie silence... save for the sound of carnage. Mira had killed... but never, even in her most animalistic state found the desire to consume flesh as Tobias all but gorged himself upon the fallen. The light illuminated him faintly as the nauseating sound of carnage filled her ears.

Maeve's voice once more met Mira, the sound soft like a rose petal falling to the ground. "Those men won't hurt you again.. Maeve." There was an ominous finality to those words. The full implication of it was likely not noticed by the child as the pair moved with purpose to what she perceived was safety.

"There is no shame in tears." Mira attempted to placate the girl. How she had not wanted this for her. She didn't want her to face the cruelties that made the well of tears to run dry, to see the true horrors of the world that seemed to be ever more apparent to the supernatural in general. It would be impossible to shield her from all of and Mira knew that she would not be able to be the one to offer her that sanctuary. But at least tonight it had been delayed. It would have been entirely obliterated if she saw her idolized felines ripping men apart and devouring them.

Even then Tobias was entirely lost to that cannibalistic frenzy!Jesus. Were they not aware of Maeve? The purpose they were here?

Mira's soothing voice began to speak out once more to the fae, in a fleeting hope to occupy her mind. She was relieved to know that it had, at least to an extent, the girl happy to prattle on innocently. "Exactly... think of the rocks colours, the texture... the weight of it in your palm." She continued on as the sickening crunch gripped her stomach in a knot..

The pair stood out of the way, near Tetradore's fallen blanket. Mira made certain that Maeve's back faced the scene behind her, as the girl all but buried herself in Mira's arms. She wasn't sure who needed that hug more in that moment as she encased the girl in a comforting hug, the wetness of the fae's tears soaked the fabric of her shirt. She reached over to pluck the blanket from its resting spot, to wrap around her small shoulders.

"Let's go home." She echoed those words loud enough for the felines to hear. They got what they came for. Little did she know it was far more than anyone bargained for. How deeply Mira had wanted to reach out for Tetradore. To look him in the eye. To garner a glimpse that he was not too far gone to ever reach. But he had severed himself from her.

He wouldn't so much as look her way, that coldness within his emerald stare could freeze an entire ocean. It hurt. It bit so deeply within her soul that she could have almost wept with it. But she was stronger than that.

"Let's go home." She repeated softly as if it were a mantra, her arm pulled Maeve close as she stood. The leopard and panther shifted back and they teleported their way to the Ark once more, wordlessly.

It was as Tetradore continued to walk away Mira could not help that slip of her own resolve. "Tetradore.. What the hell?" She uttered her frustration, her hand reached out to grab him as he walked passed. There was... something so.. Hurtful.. About being shut out like that. Like a scalpel severed through those very ties she had once been so secure about. She didn't understand it. How he could be so hot one minute and then soo fucking cold the next. A frown deeply marred her forehead, near glowing, wounded eyes followed him before she reined it all in. All those bleeding feelings he left her with. How could he act like he never cared at all? Perhaps.. It was all in her mind, those stupid feelings.

She sealed herself away, composed herself with a final painful breath that made her chest ache even though her lungs filled with the familiar sea air that once brought her comfort. Her gaze fell upon Maeve once more, hiding the fact that her own tears threatened to brim her lower lids and threatened to fall. "Come on Maeve, let them have some time to cool off.. Let me take a look at your wounds. I'll help you. We don't need any boys." She said... resolutely then. The faster Maeve learned that lesson, the better it was for her.

Oh, how Mira was such a pretty little fool to think... she had wanted the most unobtainable man of them all. Of course she had to go and pick the one who never wanted her back. If only she knew just how wrong she was.

At the very least, they were all home in one piece.