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

he'll only break your heart

Posted on January 09, 2021 by Tobias

Tobias' gaze lingered with intrigue on the road as he stared outside from within the back seat of the car. The tip of his finger pressed to the window, as if his finger carved the line of the guardrail of the highway as they drove. He liked lines. He liked repetition. He liked patterns. His lips parted. The young man uttering several unintelligible phrases to himself. The sudden, soft sound of Rhett babbling beside him prompted Tobias' dark gaze to shit towards his infant son, the gangly man seemed to eye him curiously a moment before returning to that task at hand. 'Drawing' the lines of the guard rail was clearly critical. Though for what reason remind to be seen. The sound of Rhett continuing to make those noises saw Tobias' gaze shift again. His head tilted ever so slightly in a curiosity of the baby once. He disliked the baby when it screamed. Those high-pitched cries were often far more than he was willing to take. Rhett, fortunately, a mostly happy child and yet Tobias was near....fascinated with him, when he did anything other than scream. He understood, to some extent, the simpleness of his infant son. The basic wants and needs of the boy were....relatable. Rhett did not speak. He did not use too many words that overwhelmed Tobias' own mind. Rhett made his needs known in other ways. Tobias, more often than not, decidedly capable of understanding those basal, instinctive things. By that notion alone the Nightshade Beta had become unusually...content in the company of the child. Rhett acted upon instinct alone. Tobias understood. The leopard so favouring his sons lack of speech and simple, easy gestures and sounds. The babies continual efforts to grasp at the air readily prompted Tobias to reach for the fallen red fox toy before handing it back to him. The young man readily having come t understand the 'grabby hands' motion. It was, after all, instinctive.

To sit in the back seat was not. Tobias did not like the back seat. The man merely having done as Raven had asked in an effort to please her and yet how much he preferred to ride in the front of the car. The passenger seat of any car, after all, was surely his own position! The car trip, fortunately, had nearly reached its end. Tobias readily recognised that city once more and too the docks that the car had arrived at. The promise of Tetra and Mira and the pack had been a decided lure for the deviant boy. Tobias having missed that pack even if they had all remained connected to some extent. Those months spent away from Tetradore, too, had surely taken their toll upon the Leopard. This, by far, the longest the pair had ever been apart since their childhood. Tobias was prone to distinct....moodiness when away from his beloved companion. The arrival of Rhett, in the very least, so having distracted the hispanic man thoroughly those last few months. Raven's sudden exclamation in regards to the Ark prompted Tobias' dark gaze to shift toward the front of the car. That ship nestled within the docks was.....vastly different than the Ark he remembered. Tobias aws aware, on some level, that the Ark had sunk. The boy was distinctly sure the water had eaten it. This so having further confirmed his own near irrational fears in regard to that liquid.

"Ark that....is....new?"

He understood those words to some extent. 'New' after all, was a concept he had long ago grasped. The notion that this was a replacement however so seemed to trigger some decided consideration within the confines of his twisted mind. Just how the ark had been replaced was a concept...beyond his understanding. Tobias content to eye that ship warily as the car pulled to a halt. The Nightshade Beta was kick to slide out of that car as Raven hurried to lift Rhett out and into her arms, the man waiting only so long as it took his wife to shut the car door once more before Tobias near boldly led the way over that gangplank and into the new ark. The interior of that ship was vastly more....luxurious than the previous. Tobias, for several moments, merely left staring at that space. Raven's sudden words saw Tobias' gaze shift towards his wife once more as she insisted it was amazing. The deviant so hurriedly moving towards Tetradore then. His companion a safe familiarity in that otherwise new environment the deviant seemed...uncertain of. The sights and smells of this Ark where...different.


The presence of his companion, in the very least, seemed to satisfy the deviant in that moment as a momentary smile found his features. Tobias, as always,failing to hold that gesture fo quite so long as he should before his features shifted into a look of apathy once more. Those words directed toward his emerald-eyed companion

"Do...we live...here now?"

That Tobias had not, perhaps, grasped the full extent of that situation was clear. Mira stepped forward then, the young woman keen to see the baby, her words prompting Tobias to look near warily at her in turn before she insisted that the 'little man' she desired to see was surely Rhett. Tobias so very close to insisting he was not little. Mira reached towards Rhett then, Tobias watching that interaction with curiosity before his one hand lifted to gesture towards his infant son.

"That is...Rhett. I...made him. I am not....sure how. Raven...got him at.....the hospital."

Tobias' own head tilted once more. The deviant seeming to consider that very thing (likely much to Ravens horror) before his gaze once more shifted to the ark around them. The very newness of that place so seeming to ensnare his attention once more as his gaze drifted upward.

"Which one...is....our room?"

The acceptance of that new home, in the very least, seemed to come near as quickly as that wariness faded. Tobias turned towards Tetradore once more then. His gaze meeting the other man's own.

"Are we...staying here for...always?"