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

I can smell your fear;

Posted on May 24, 2021 by Risque

at my feet you'll bow to me
Silence befell that room once more as she savoured that moment... even though her temper was almost eager to flare at the faintest hint of his failure. Her slender fingers curled around that glass, her silver talons clinked as they scraped across its surface, the sound almost jarring in the quiet. That wine that wet her tongue seemed to soothe her from that want for blood for a moment as she casually spoke of that hole she wished to make within him like it was nothing at all. She toyed with him, simply because she could, the vampire queen took several long moments before she assured her feline that it would not hurt much beyond... a simple prick. Such words were met with distrust that she easily ignored, focused as her tongue traced the corner of her lip to snatch a stray droplet of wine. She stole one last taste before her work began..

Remain. That single-worded but no less potent command spoke harshly, a contrast from that all too deceptively soothing voice that had retreated as quickly as it came. Certainly he was not foolish enough to disobey her tonight despite the discomfort of his knees upon the hard ground. It could always get so much worse. Especially with her less than forgiving mood, the she-devil was almost looking for an excuse to unleash upon him. Instead, he played the part of her submissive pet that possessed the exact level of apprehension she had coveted from him. She could get used to this.

Risque strode with confident assurance, her body's movement sinuous like the feline beasts she controlled as she prowled across the room with purpose. Her blue-black hair whispered like silk upon her back contrasted by the sharp echo of her heels until she stopped before that neat little package. How aware Risque was of those familiar emerald eyes, staring... even if it didn't mirror the lust she prompted in her lover it still held a weight.. One that only confirmed his complete attention. He always seemed to lack that male drive that often overruled even the deepest hated. She caught a glimpse of that stare as she swiftly turned to approach her feline once more, that command to hold out his hand offered with little need for anything else. She manipulated her pet to be exactly what she wanted in that moment, which was apparently little more than furniture... to place that earring while she prepared his ear for it. How certain she was that he would be much less obedient had he known what was coming, or the significance of that seemingly harmless earring within his palm. Besides the fleeting curious looks he remained exactly what she expected of him. Her tools looked nothing but... ordinary, smaller than any instruments of torture she had used upon him before. How easy it would be so assume it was but a mere piercing. A simple whim. Yet it was so much more. Not that she intended to explain something that would become so painfully apparent, in time, when the magic of that earring settled and took root, intwined with a single drop of her potent blood, mixed with his to complete it. She was the sole owner, the only being able to break it. Blood magic. Such a fascinating thing that she used so rarely.

Her following demands were clear, clipped, straight forward. He was to not move a single muscle.. To remain still as she situated and decided the placement of that earring. The metal began to irritate her pet's skin the longer it remained within his outstretched palm. He seemed confused... his brows furrowed and yet she ignored it... simply studying him, with that chilling penetrating stare of her that drew from one ear to the next. Hmm. Her tongue danced across her lower lip, leaving a wet trail as she offered him a choice... or at least the illusion of one. The feline queen already knew exactly what she wanted. Tetradore, didn't dare say a word, his shoulders rose in a shrug that she found dismissive. How she took it as a defeated invitation... 'do as you wish'. Just as he knew she would.

An idle comment filled the complete quiet, the moment almost comfortable between master and pet even with the dark intent that clung to her voice. Insinuating everything and nothing at all. How lucky it was for him that she missed the defiant roll of her alpha's eyes as she studied the instrumental lance in her hand before she leaned back, only for her hand to abruptly reach forward for his face, her fingers to firmly pinch his chin to angle exactly as she wanted. She treated him like a doll.

Only once she was finished her thorough appraisal, she released him abruptly and rose the sharp glinting silver metal needle... allowing it to roll between the pads of her fingers. Not a reaction occurred.. Not a flinch.. After all, she had used far worse than this on him before. If he possessed any true opinion, he kept it unvoiced as if he knew better than to complain even though she had almost anticipated... something.

With a single fluid moment, she brought her own finger to pierce the tip, barely aware of that harmless bite as her blood coated the grooves intended to hold just that. She lowered herself only slightly, knees bent, her body angled over him, her fingers press into his temple to tip his head to the side. continued to push his head until he could not anymore, bending him as she pleased that that his ear pointed skyward. How that mere position exposed that jumping pulse just beneath the surface of his skin... her pale eyes could not help to be distracted by it for but a moment. It was clear which side she had chosen. There was no issued warning as her clawed fingers were unable unable to prevent itself from brushing agaisnt his unmarred skin, as she held his right ear taut enough to pierce through the cartilage that exposed upper right ear. She left it impaled there, as if enjoying the sight of him being a human pincushion but the silver of her talons were careful not to linger for longer than she intended. Without a single word she plucked the silver earring from his outstretched palm, before moving with haste to replace that lance with the earring. Fast enough before the skin attempted to heal.

It was like the world stopped.. If only just for a moment, her lips parted to allow those words to flow with assuredness. It was room that was almost quiet with intent... her voice seemed loud even though it was only spoken. "With my blood, I bind this clasp beyond the reach of death. Meld." Such silly little words and yet she spoke them anyways... was it really necessary? The spell? She eyed his ear with an almost sick fascination before that dark magic snapped to life. It simply locked in place with nothing more than a click of finality that was almost inaudible. Well that was easy.... Was that truly all? It was if she feline queen had expected more. More of a show of it... something dark and foreboding to fill her pet with dread.

How disappointing. She expected to feel something.. And yet her finger from which she lanced had already healed over, smooth and perfect once more save for a spot of dried blood. The lance within her hand was nothing but discarded and dropped upon the coffee table with no more than a soft sigh. It was done.. How long it took before the spell to take root entirely... was another matter.

She drew away from him with the simple utterance. "It is done and cannot be undone, my pet." She left out the most important part of what it did or just how... permanent that blood magic was unless she broke it. She remained cryptic offering him no other words, or explanation. She remained a little ways away as she considered the new with a critical eye. It would take some time to get used to the newness of it. Yet she decided she didn't hate how it looked upon him either.

"Look at it." She demanded. She extended a hand that had been at her side to gesture toward a large mirror at the furthest wall, her eyes followed him like a predator would watch its prey.

The feline queen waited... for him to rise and do just that while a new tension began to settle upon that room. He barely looked into the mirror to witness her handy work. "Well? Say something, pet." Those words were expectant, almost impatient.. Irritable as was that new nagging emotion inside of her. He had done nothing wrong.. Well.. almost.. He hadn't uttered a single word of gratitude and she found it.... Nothing short of insolent. Where were his manners? Her clawed hand curled and uncurled gently.. As her icy pale gaze drew across his bare exposed skin, unable to settle on any one thing... except for that necklace around his throat. The phoenix necklace she had gifted him to ensure... he remain alive... seemed to clash in her mind's eye.. That earring and that necklace seemed... offputting to her in some way. No.. that will not do.

No, that will not do at all.

I like you damaged, but I need something left
Something for me, something for me to wreck