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 (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
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

Mira Ramos

i will have to die for this i fear

Posted on January 23, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Grace Bedford.

Carolina walked down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace, enjoying the crisp air even as the wind nipped at her face and tousled her the waves of her hair. She felt rather on a high lately, life it seemed was finally settling back into a bit of normalcy after so many months of turmoil and honestly sheer boredom The leopard was eager to get life back to the way it had been, getting back to her job on the Ark was a very big part of that. She was still a little overwhelmed by the new version of the Ark which Tetradore had unveiled to the pack and herself, the gleaming hull of that mega-yacht beginning to appear in the distance as she walked down to the docks. It was so different from its predecessor in every sense of the word that it still shocked her a little to see it settled in the same slip as the former.

A part of her missed the old iron interior of the old ship with its dark corridors and a worn roughness that somehow had made it more inviting. There was a familiarity to it and she would miss running her hands across the cool riveted metal though and she wondered how the usually shady crowd would fit inside the new, pristine interior. It reminded her a bit of her family's home in Savannah, everything too clean and too shiny that she worried about smudging some surface or another. How often had she been scolded for tracking in dirt or leaves from her adventures outside as a child? She doubted the Nightshade pack would hold such standards considering their typical clientele, but it gave her a moments pause as she climbed the new gangway and ventured inside.

She was excited however at the afternoon which awaited her, the invitation from Mira had been a surprise but a welcome one. She had always liked the bar's manager and though the two hadn't spent any real time together the southerner was eager to change that. She had led a rather solitary life, mostly by choice, but she relished the idea of having some female friends with which to share things that only other women would truly understand.

Walking down the corridor and into the bar Carolina rapped lightly on the polished wood doorway before peeking in and seeing the dark haired woman already behind the gleaming counter stocking the shelves. "Hey Mira!" She called lightly, tossing her bag onto one of the plush chairs gathered around the round tables which dotted the room. She walked behind the counter and gave the other were a quick, familiar hug before stepping back and appraising the surveying the progress she had made setting up behind the bar. "It's looking great so far! What can I do to help?" Hands placed on her hips she noted the bottles lined up in such a familiar order on the shelves and the setup of the glasses underneath. It felt good to get back to work.

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind