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

fight fire with fire

Posted on December 21, 2020 by Kohl


so you want to play with magic

I suppose I should have considered the fact this Viktor fellow probably wasn't human. I'd paid so little attention back there that I don't think i'd have noticed if the man had had a tail let alone what species he was. My priority in that moment merely having been to survive the damn encounter to begin with. Great. An immortal Hunter. Just what we needed. Someone who was going to live as long as we were and really I was not terribly fond of the guys chances off just...forgetting us. He seemed pretty determined to remember Kat for the rest of his days. I was almost mostly sure cutting her hair wasn't exactly going to throw him off the scent either. I moved to wander out of the shower then and reach for my clothes- or what was left of them. These were by far the most...unclean clothes id ever worn in my life. Hell, I didn't know clothes could even get this dirty. Alright, maybe physical activity wasn't my thing but can you blame me when it destroys clothes? I suppose I was going to have to make the best of it. I moved to pull my shirt and jeans back into place while querying Kat on the likelihood of finding new clothes with what tiny bit of money we had- along with washing these ones. I could work out how to wash them right? People did that all the time. Hotels had laundromats i'd seen them before. Kat seemed fairly convinced she knew how to use one.

"Alright, we'll reconvene when we get back."

Kat headed out on foot, leaving me with the car. God that car just got even more embarrassing each time I looked at it. The engine rolled over as I put the key in the ignition, backing it out of the parking space and heading for what was the only real store I'd seen on the highway as we'd passed. If the guy at the counter judged me when i came in he did a pretty good job of hiding it. God it was so...touristy. The blue gold of my gaze roved over about a million 'I love NY' type t-shirts along with some red and blue and white striped hats that were so fucking patriotic i was pretty sure Viktor could spot us anywhere. Didn't they have anything more...low key? I reached for the nearest mens shirt, some sort of dark blue thing that proudly proclaimed we needed to save the dolphins. Save them from what? Didn't they live in like....SeaWorld? At least it would fit even if I'm mostly sure it's polyester which is possibly the worst fabric known to man. Jeans were easy enough to find even if they were hardly good ones. I grabbed a second pair for Kat I was mostly sure would fit her. Now I just needed a new shirt for her. This store was so tacky it was borderline criminal. I dismissed several racks of shirts that were obsessively large along with one row that had 'juicy' printed across the front. I'm not even sure what the hell it means but I don't think Kat should be wearing it.

I finally settled for a pale green coloured shirt that had a picture of a palm tree and 'best vacation ever' written on it. What a stupidly optimistic thing to write. The guy at the counter honestly seemed that thrilled for business he hardly judged my weird selection of purchases. The whole lot barely costing me more then $30. Was this really how poor people lived? Having to buy....brandless jeans and polyester shirts? I made my way back to the car and back toward the motel. The drive, fortunately, no more than a few minutes before I unloaded the car and made my way back into the hotel room. Kat, it seemed, had already beaten me back as I lid those bags on the nearest bed.

"I hope you're ready for the best vacation ever because according to the shirt I got you, that's what this is."

My gaze shifted towards the bags Kat had placed on the bed beside my own. The pre-made dinners sticking out of one readily prompted my eye to lift.

"Do I want to know what that is? I don't think I-wait, why did you buy hair dye?"