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

we're in the homestretch of the hard times

Posted on February 14, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Grace Bedford.

It was early as she rolled out of bed with bleary eyes and blonde hair tousled, well relatively speaking at least. Five-thirty pm as she glanced at the clock and groaned before rubbing a hand over her face. Ever since the Ark's reappearance Carolina had been readjusting to her more nocturnal way of life and preparing for the day that bar would soon re-open. She was eager for it, for the work and distraction that ship was always able to provide, and there was nothing like falling into the sheets fully exhausted just as dawn was beginning to creep over the horizon. Still this "morning" had her scrambling, hurriedly pulling on slightly tattered jeans and one of her favorite sweaters before adding on a warm jacket for good measure. A wise choice as she stepped outside into a bitter wind and snow beginning to fall in large flakes and flurries that had her cursing slightly under her breath.

Few things she missed about her home state, but the weather at least rarely turned this bitter down South. Tucking her hands deep in her well-insulated pockets she hurried down the sidewalk towards the bookshop she had heard so much about. By pure luck she had overheard the conversation a few nights back regarding a newer bookshop that had sprung up in the West with an eclectic collection, but it had been enough to pique her interest. A quick internet search showed it was quite literally around the corner and that it closed at six most evenings.

Her pace increased just a bit, but she didn't mind the way it warmed her blood at lest slightly as she rounded one final corner and saw the quaint store front ahead. A smile already bloomed on her lips as she made it to the door, reading the painted letters briefly and laughing lightly at the pun that name alluded to before pushing the door in. That slight bell that accentuated her entrance caused her turquoise gaze to sweet the interior for the proprietor.

The last thing she expected was the slight figure perched behind the counter with a pile of books before her with bright hair and a brighter smile. The surprise was washed from her features as she returned that smile openly, gesturing to the wide expanse of shelves that were full to the brim and near spilling over into the isles. "I heard about a new bookstore in town and just had to see for myself." The interior of the shop was cozy, the leopard easily able to imagine curling up and losing herself within any number of those stories quite easily... Turning her gaze back to the store's owner she nodded slightly at her offer of recommendations, as the were loved to read and was always on the look out for the next great book often by recommendations. "I just recently finished the last of my books, I would love a new one to get lost in!" She stepped a bit further into the store, nose twitching at the myriad of old paper and book scents that were near comforting. "Show me what you've got!" Carolina did love to be surprised.

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