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

been searching in the dark, your sweat soaking through the floor

Posted on March 01, 2021 by Sylvester Veres

Rain. So much rain. Sly could feel that disdain becoming all the more apparent on his features with each passing moment as those heavy droplets thudded agianst the window pane of the book store with a rapidly increasing frequency until it all but poured from the sky in a deluge. Great. Perfect. Wonderful. Even the idea of stepping outside and into that made his skin crawl. Nothing good ever came from rain. He got sick almost every time. Nana would never let him hear the end of it. The thought of that alone was headache inducing without the added bout of flu. Hopefully the storm wouldn't last long. Maybe he could find some...reason to stay in the store longer until it passed. Even if that sign out front had indicated it was perilously close to closing time. The blond haired woman behind the counter seemed equally distracted by the sudden storm before his mention of that delivery brought her attention back toward him as she uttered that thanks. Sly reached into his back pocket, the young warlock pulling out that delivery docket for her to sign as she mused almost idly over the weather- and the near frequent rain Sly himself had stared at with disdain only a moment earlier.

"You and me both."

Sly pressed the delivery docket down onto the counter before pulling a pen from another pocket and scribbling in that added information as the young woman proudly produced a box cutter with the amount of flourish Indiana Jones might have used upon finding his own treasure. Someone liked box cutters a lot. The blonde woman was forced to very nearly stand on her toes to attempt to cut open that box. Really, it was almost satisfying to see someone else struggle with that box the way he had. It was, however, hardly her struggle that prompted the warlock to offer his unboxing services. Rather, the idea of that still pouring rain outside was enough to make him cringe. Helping her unpack was an excuse to stay. One that didn't involve him having to awkwardly ask. The young blonde seemed to stare at him for several moments as if that offer was somehow confusing. She was cute, there was no way no guy had ever offered to help her before, right? Maybe....he needed to....explain the notion of help? Oh, there we go. Her own gaze shifted toward the window at last, some sort of understanding seeming to dawn before she insisted that the parking truly did suck. Her wish for an alleyway beside the store, in that moment, riviling Sly's own as she effortlessly picked up that conversation. The both of them seemingly content to ignore his loitering. Hmmm. Maybe he'd have to come back here. She understood. She moved to pass that box cutter to him then. Sly's greater height made the task of slicing off that tape far simpler, the warlock wielding that makeshift weapon with striking ease. This was not his first box cutting rodeo.

That cutter was laid down beside the box as Sly moved to help her open those flaps, the young woman seemed almost eager to see inside. Didn't she know what she'd ordered? That near idle query seemed to prompt a shake of her head as she insisted she ordered every day before proclaiming that unboxing those books was like an adventure in every box. Sly, this time, could hardly prevent that soft snort of amusement as his blue gaze met her own, one eye raised in a look clearly dubious. That amusement is clear upon his features.

"An adventure in every delivery? That's such an embarrassingly...wholesome thing to say."

A soft chuckle rose within his throat, the warlock seeming to realise a moment too late that his impromptu hostess might not appreciate that joke. Even if it was...somewhat complimentary. More than one person, in the past, hardly appreciating his often sarcastic views upon the world. His manager at the warehouse would not be impressed if he got another angry call from a customer about him.

"Er, I mean, adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time."

That near coy simper seemed to find his lips then as Sly reached into that box to unpack that first stack of books, his gaze so deliberately avoiding her own. Whether or not the young woman would recognise that quote from Alice's Adventures In Wonderland he hardly knew, after all, he was hardly going to admit to having read it. Once. Years ago. That first stack of books was rested neatly on the table, the warlock easily reaching for the rest. The young woman, across the counter, seemed entirely delighted by that order. Sly turned over one of those copies. 'Name That Flower' By Hellen Lee and Ian Clarke. Alright then. Each to their own. Maybe she was really into....naming plants. The last of those books was stacked neatly onto the counter as Sly reached for that delivery slip, pushing it toward her then.

"I just need you to sign-"

The sudden -boom- of thunder overheard prompted the young blonde to squeak. That sound so femanine and girly it was almost more surprising then that thunder itself- before another crash saw that power cut out completely. The bookstore was plunged suddenly into darkness. That look of utter terror upon the young woman's face was hardly missed, illuminated briefly by the next flash of lightning before that store was plunged into that dull, gloomy, almost eerie darkness. The blonde woman's gaze shifted back towards him then as she muttered her displeasure before that insistence he was likely stuck here now- unless he wanted to drown. Sly's own gaze shifted toward that window and the still pouring rain. At least it was dry and warm in here- for as long as that heat lasted anyway. The warlock reached to pull his phone from his pocket- that light activated as he held it over the delivery slip, the woman offered his pen with his free hand.

"I still need you to sign this. Armageddon or not my ass gets kicked if you don't say you got your box of adventure."

Sly waited only so long as it took her to sign that paper before he tore off that copy he needed. The slip of paper was folded easily and slipped into his back pocket, his pen returned to another pocket, his phone however he simply left facing downward on that counter- that light it provided, he was certain, was readily appreciated by his newfound companion even if he made no effort to mention that terror he'd seen on her face. Sly's hands tucked into his jacket pockets then, the warlock wandering away from that desk to explore the rest of that vast bookstore, his feet scuffing lightly at the ground as he moved, seemingly aimlessly, before pausing beside a stand of cheesy romantic paperback novels.


She had, after all, signed that delivery slip with her name.

"Where do you keep your books about Doomsday prepping? This is clearly the end. I want to be ready."

One hand gestured toward that thunder outside and the still pouring rain before he eyed those cliche romance novels again. One of those paperback books sported a decidedly shirtless cowboy, a rope over his shoulder as he leant agianst a fence 'The Cowboys Confession- Can Dante's Heart Ever Be Tamed?' Sly snorted softly.

"The only thing this guy is ready for is to take me roughly in a barn. Do you actually sell many of these?"

Ah, but Sly had never lacked confidence.