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

burn baby burn

Posted on November 17, 2020 by Kohl


so you want to play with magic

This had to be one of the worst 'organic' shampoos I'd ever used. Kat's efforts to 'pretend' with me were at least welcomed and yet really that substance was neither terribly useful for either cleaning or conditioning. Hell, with the amount they gave you in that tiny bottle it wasn't even going to cover all of Kat's hair. This was so....romantic. My comment in regard to that very thing seemed to prompt a near tiny moment of consideration from Kat before she simply insisted she'd cut some of her hair off. That very response prompted my own hands to pause as I worked that shampoo into her hair. Kat's hair was....gorgeous. It always had been. I always had been a fan of long hair on women. I know, I know, short hair is the 'thing' these days and yet could be blamed for liking long hair more? It was decidedly....sexy to watch a woman's hair fall across her bare shoulders or breasts, to run my fingers through it, to admire all the different styles women seemed capable of working it into too. Really there is nothing about the female form i don't appreciate. The idea of Kat cutting her hair though was, well, not exactly my favourite.

"You won't cut it too short though will you? I do rather appreciate your hair like this."

I suppose, realistically, cutting her hair made sense if we were trying to stay ahead of Viktor and yet I could hardly deny i would hate to see it go. Christ, the sacrifices we have to make! The very notion that hair cutting was, perhaps, not exactly the biggest sacrifice we were going to have to make had hardly occurred to me in that moment. Really, I was doing an excellent job of attempting to ignore the fact we were in a room that was probably going to give us hepatitis. Could Hunter's even get that? Did I need to be worried? I glanced almost nervously toward the shower floor then before forcing my mind to focus on the task at hand- rinishing that shampoo and soap from us both before reaching to pass Kat and towl and grab one for myself. I'd only managed to dry half of myself off before the question of whether or not Viktor might just...forget us was a possibility. The laughter I was met with was quick to assure me it wasn't. Great. Surely though someone like Viktor had bigger things to focus on? Where we, or Kat really, such a threat to him that he needed to....bring her down? God, couldn't he just....let her go? Kat's insistence that he'd hunted her for over a decade was, admittedly, a pretty good example of just how determined he was. My presence, apparently, having only made this hunt of his even better.

"Do you think maybe he'll just....die of old age?"

Alright, look, maybe it was a long shot but I was being hopeful- or optimistic. Let's go with optimistic. Although the idea of spending the next.....god knows how long running until the man did kick the metaphorical bucket was hardly appealing in any sense either. I finished drying myself as best I could before moving to tie the towel around my waist. I was going to have to put my old clothes back on again and yet they were not exactly.....clean. My blue gold gaze swept contemplatively across the room before turning back to Kat.

"If you go and find us some food with....whatever tiny bit of money we have, I think I can sort us some clothes- they won't be good clothes, but it will be something clean at least. Do you think we can use the laundry here to wash the old ones?"

I paused, the realization of what I was saying seeming to sink in.

"Do you think someone can show me how to use the laundry to wash clothes?"

Look, I just wasn't that domestic okay? God, we'd only been on the run for like three hours and I was already lacking skills.