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

and buizerd in your bones there's an ache that you can't ignore

Posted on April 03, 2021 by Sylvester Veres

An adventure in every box. God it was so...wholesome. She had to realise that didn't she? She sounded like an after-school special to teach children the supposed joys of reading. It was almost cute really. He'd forgotten the world still had people so...innocent. Or innocent seeming in the very least. He hardly knew her well enough to make that judgement entirely and yet her features seemed to flush at his words all the same. The young warlock realising perhaps a fraction too late that some more delicate souls might take offense at his obscure sort of, well.....it was almost a compliment. He'd meant it good-naturedly in the least. His often overly sarcastic nature, even when well intentioned, was so often perceived poorly by those around him. The young woman however hardly seemed to find his words impolite as she laughed. Finally. Somehow who appreciated the joke. Sly's lip quirked upward once more in amusement as she insisted she'd rather have 'Embarrassingly Wholesome' on her tombstone then the 'Mouthy Heathen' inscription her parents apparently preferred. Heathen? She hardly seemed the type and yet wasn't it always the quiet ones who turned out to be the most surprising? Sly's blue gaze lifted briefly from those boxes he was unpacking to eye his young companion almost curiously once more from the corner of his gaze. Hmm. His attention shifted back to those books as he began to pile them on the counter.

"Embarrassingly Wholesome it is then."

He offered as that rain continued to slam into the window with force. Maybe he should unpack those books less efficiently. The longer he took the longer that rain had to stop before he tried to venture outside again and yet the sheer darkness of the sky above seemed to indicate that torrential downpour was all but set in. God damn it. He was going to run out of books to unpack soon enough - along with excuses to stay in the store when the young woman surely had plans to close soon. Chances were she would hardly let him simply hang around for no reason. Sly, in turn, was hardly willing to fully explain his aversion to rain to a relative stranger. Even if she was cute. He was just going to have to be less efficient at this. The young warlock's efforts to conceal his earlier faux pas beneath that quote from perhaps the one and only children's book he had ever read was met with a near beaming grin as the young woman effortlessly and flawlessly finished that quote. Only for her features to glow red once more. As if suddenly embarrassed by her own display of, well, bookishness. A ready chuckle hummed within his own throat then at the look of bashfulness that seemed to come over her, the warlock's head merely shook softly as he continued to, slowly, pile those books. A look of amusement seeming to find his features once more.

"You work in a bookstore, I don't think you have to be embarrassed about knowing the lines to children's classics. It's probably in your job description. Like a pharmacist being able to recite the periodic table of the elements. Or a drug dealer. They can probably do it too."

That subtle tease tugged at the young warlocks words all the same, his lip quirking slightly once more as he placed the last book on the pile and reached for the delivery slip. Book of Adventure or not she still needed to sign for it. That slip had no sooner been handed over then a sudden explosion of thunder seemed to prompt an entirely girlish squeal from the young woman. Whatever she had been about to say was abruptly cut off as another boom of thunder plunged the shop into darkness. Sly's gaze took several moments to adjust to the sudden darkness, the faint light from outside the store barely provided any true brightness, the warlock forced instead to fish his phone from his pocket before turning on that torch setting. A small, bright light erupted into the gloom. Sly was entirely willing to pretend that torch was needed purely for her to sign the paper he had offered her- rather than to make any mention of her obvious fear of the blackness they had been surrounded in. She reached to take the offered pen, the faint light seeming to restore her courage slightly as she scribbled her name. Sly reached to take that delivery slip back before tucking his hands into his pockets, the young warlock wandered away from the desk and further into the store.

A blackout was a good enough excuse to stay in one place right? His manager would surely accept that. Maybe by the time the power came back on the rain would stop. It was a faint hope and yet one Sly was willing to cling to. Besides, there were worse places to be than a bookstore with a cute damsel in distress. One who seemed all-too keen not to be left at the desk alone. As if she worried something might be looming within the darkness. His sudden query on just where the doomsday books were kept seemed to prompt Piper's laughter. That delivery slip, after all, had her name on it. It was the first display of books however that seemed to truly capture his attention. A display of classically cheesy romance novels. The kind no woman would ever admit to buying and yet so many secretly loved he was sure. Even the illustration on the front was nothing short of hopelessly cliche. Jesus. She didn't really sell many of these did she?
Piper reached to gently take the book from his hands then before insisting she sold quite a few of them as she turned it over. One elderly woman in particular seemed to be a notable client of this hopelessly cliched romance. Piper insisted she was sure the woman was a...something. Whatever Piper had been going to say was abruptly cut short. Sly's gaze shifted toward her in the darkness, the warlock clearly anticipating her words only for the young woman to claim she didn't know what the woman was but rather- she liked to play a game.

"A game?"

He queried. That was unexpected. Sly's hands returned to his pocket, the warlock content to wander slowly along the next aisle as he waited for Piper to explain this apparent game she played with her clients. What sort of game would someone so....wholesome play with her customers? Honestly he was almost expecting her to say she had a family friendly raffle with a book as the prize every tuesday night. Piper' sudden insistence that she liked to try and guess if her clients were supernatural, and if they were, what species they were- prompted a sudden chuckle to the warlock's lips as Sly moved to lean back around the shelf to meet the young woman's gaze. His head near comically poking out from behind the books.

"That's your game? I mean it's wholesome, yes, but I don't think it's embarrassing. I'm pretty certain supernaturals do that too. Although most of them can read each other pretty well.``

Sly frowned slightly as his head disappeared behind that bookshelf once more. A warlock could always sense another warlock or witch. Just as a Were knew another Were and a Vampire another Vampire and so on. Most supernaturals could detect other supernaturals too- even if they couldn't always work out their species. Hunters alone seemed to have that gift. Humans, however, had no real ability to deduce any of that at all. Hmm. No wonder Piper enjoyed the game. Something to pass the time when she had run out of books to read. Sly continued to wander down that aisle then. The warlock musing those words as he did.

"What would be embarrassing would be for me to ask you to guess if I'm supernatural and what species I am, or if I'm human- and you get it wrong. That would be awkward and embarrassing."

Another grin so readily seemed to find the warlock's features in the dark then before he moved to step out from behind that shelf, his arm so momentarily brushing agianst Piper's own as he did before he moved to flop down into the nearest armchair in that reading zone. One leg folded over the other. The blond man the very picture of relaxation in the gloom.

"Go on then, let's play your game. I'm ready."

Sly was nothing if not a good sport. Mostly. After all, what better way to pass the time?