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

you were a thief, you stole my heart

Posted on November 10, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
so say you'll stay with me tonight
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

The Ark was typically so quiet during the day, and while in these moments it was the very antithesis of how most people tended to view the place times like this were often Carolina's favorite. Country music filtered in through the overhead speakers, loud enough that she could sing along quietly to the familiar tunes as she worked behind the bar. Mira had texted her the night before asking if she could come in earlier than her typical shift, something had come up and the bar still needed to be prepped for the busy night that awaited them. Fights always drew a crowd, the sheer bloodlust that seemed to fuel so many of Sacrosanct's supernatural was a force to say the least. The leopard never much cared for the bloodshed herself, though over her time in the floating club she had seen her fair share, but this bar was her home, her church.

And there was much to be done which had her moving fluidly from one end of the bar to the other with familiarity that only came from all the time she had spent behind it. Checking cabinets she would flit back to a notepad on the bartop, noting that they needed to order more cleaner and to grab the extra napkins from the back later so they didn't run out in the middle of prime time tonight. There were bottles to be dusted on their pristine shelves, others to be refilled along with the various wells spaced methodically beneath the long, polished bar. It was so easy to lose herself in the rhythm, that back and forth so nearly a dance of sorts all while her soft voice hummed in tune with the lyrics. Now this was heaven.

Her job at the Ark's popular bar had changed her life, the people within who had become more than friends even more so and how far had she come in all that time? How long had it been since she felt like she might call anywhere home? Yet this ship with is steadfast consistency was like a balm to her soul, even sinking couldn't keep the place down and having such a constant in a life that had been so tumultuous was exhilarating to the southerner.

Turning around quickly to grab another box of straws from the back counter she twirled back to the bar, but the dark figure on its edge nearly stopped her heart. A rather loud, and unbecoming, yelp left her pink lips as she jumped, the straws in the box which she had been clutching flying out to scatter across the floor. A rather uncouth "Son of a bitch!" exhaled only as she recognized the tousled man who had so suddenly, and with startling silence, appeared in the room. One hand moving to clutch at the tshirt fabric over her heart she looked at him with eyes wide. "Tobi you scared me, I didn't see you come in!" It made sense that the erratic panther would be here, the Ark being his home after all, but she had not expected him to just materialize seemingly out of thin air... or maybe she had just been too wrapped up in her own head.

Either way as her heartrate started to normalize she realized the other were was smiling.... smiling! Of course he would find her panic amusing, it wouldn't surprise her if he had snuck in purposefully to do so. She fixed him with a disapproving glance though her smile made it clear that she wasn't truly cross with him, over time she had come to be rather fond of his antics unorthodox and unpredictable as he tended to be. It wasn't until he started rambling on about a stupid desk man that she focused in on him further. "Tobi, why is the desk stupid?" She tried to sort out what he was getting at, finding it often helped to go at his comments from the side than the more literal angle. Not until he mentioned a useless pen and some open doors that realization lit her feature. "Oh shoot, that's right. Mira mentioned there might be a delivery today, I totally forgot. Thanks Tobi, I'll go get him!" Reaching out she squeezed his shoulder fondly before turning to jog quickly to the main ramp that led up to the Ark's entrance.

Sure enough there the delivery man stood with clipboard in hand and she couldn't help but notice he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as she approached. It seemed he was expecting her, her name falling from his lips in an obvious question to which she eagerly nodded in response. "That's me, and you must be the Stupid Desk Man I've heard so much about." The lines around her eyes crinkled slightly as she held his gaze, a clear sign that she was teasing before he continued on to confirm that he was from the company that was set to deliver Tets new, and no doubt ostentatious desk. Glancing over his shoulder at the van he indicated she gave a slight nod of acknowledgement before looking back at the hat he wore which matched, though there was no doubt that had had seen better days.

"Perfect, thanks for coming out here. I'm sure ships can't be the easiest thing to deliver to." Her voice commiserating lightly as she met his vibrant gaze once more, only to notice it wandering with slight concern into the corridors from whence she had come. Only when he glanced back at her he seemed concerned, though she couldn't fathom why as he leaned in towards her slightly. It brought his well sculpted features into rather starling focus, from the blonde hair poking from under that rumpled hat to the stubble along his strong jaw, but his lowered voice drew her attention.

Of course he would ask about the no doubt brusque man who had originally found him at the door, there was a reason he didn't interact with customers or people in general all too often. She couldn't help the soft laugh that fell from her pink lips as she shook her head. "Oh no, that's just Tobi he's..." She almost said harmless, but nothing could be farther from the truth where the panther was concerned, "Well, he's Tobi, but if you stick with me I won't let him eat you." She couldn't resist tossing him an mischievous wink before placing a hand lightly on her hip and gesturing vaguely towards the interior of the ship.

"So what do you need from me? I have no idea how big this thing is, but knowing Tetradore I highly doubt it's going to be easy to move and install. Can you fit it through here or there's some loading doors around the side we could use. Then there's just the easy task of maneuvering it through labyrinth inside. I can help if you need." Offering him an apologetic smile, surely Tet wouldn't order a monstrous desk that wouldn't even fit in the ship... right? "Oh, I didn't catch your name!"

Carolina Grace Bedford.
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