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

My speed goes in the red;

Posted on November 20, 2021 by Mira Ramos

Some fear fire, but I've become it.

Mira nodded in complete agreement to Carolina's mention of going crazy from being cooped up. She could understand, even though her own predicament was not one to complain about. It felt like a lifetime had passed in that time without the Ark. Yet there was no denying that she did miss this. Even with a groan worthy mountain of work waiting for them. "We are far too young for that too." Mira added honestly before considering a passing thought and allowing it to slide away from her mind. It did not change that opening night was fast approaching. Time waited for no one. But did it have to feel like it was trying to speed up like a racecar determined to make it to the finish line?

One thing was for certain, Mira was damn glad to have Carolina at her side. Especially as the woman appeared to possess a similar determination, putting her blonde locks into a no-nonsense get-down-to-business pony. Mira realized that she missed the leopard too. She had no doubt that the pair of them could accomplish that task, both possessing a determination to see that bar in working order. As far as Mira was concerned, the bar was just as iconic as the sight of those fighting rings, the sight of the Ark itself on the western district shoreline, even so far as Tetradore's figurative throne that he sat upon to survey the fights. It went without saying that it was a source of pride for the woman and it was all finally coming together.

It hardly took long before the pair of women ended up in that friendly banter. They had always worked together well, with an ease that wasn't forced. Yet, Mira seemed to know almost the same amount about the girl when she first started up until that current moment. The leopard seemed to be a mystery. Of course, there were some things that one could pick up just by being around them... But Mira didn't even know the basics like if she had friends she spent her days off with.. Nor did she mention a significant other that she called her own. The blonde even answered Mira's question with no shortage of vagueness. The enigmatic woman gave her nothing. Mira didn't so much as bat an eye, not wishing to press the issue even if a part of her had hoped for something. As close knit as the pack was, there wasn't really a single being who had been forth coming. Not a single one. "I was hoping that such a bold claim would have been followed up by a story. But since it didn't, I might have to accept that it's all talk." Mira teased, although there was a hint of lighthearted challenge. Her warm, molten-golden eyes landed upon the she-cat for a moment before letting the topic fade. As always, like she did with the rest of them, she would respect it, like they respected hers. "As for me, I can handle my own. I have been trying to get Tet a little drunk, but I am starting to wonder if it's impossible. Either he has the tolerance of a god or he is just that unflappable. I haven't decided." She added conversationally with a little grin on her face. Surely, Tet had figured her out by now.

In truth, her goal went a little further than that. It went so far to attempt to get every pack member at least a little tipsy. Well, maybe with the exception of Tobi. There was no telling how the lanky leopard would handle alcohol and as far as she could tell, the man had no interest in it. Perhaps it was for the best. Especially, considering they did just get through one natural disaster and yet she could not help but wonder.

It did not take long before their attention fell upon the giant elephant in the room once more. Those endless scattered boxes that were organized in what Mira would describe as... ordered chaos. Although, it pained her to see her bar in such a cluttered disarray. Even Carolina was already assessing the damage, questioning where to start. That was always the hardest part and yet the most simple. It all began with one box at a time. It truly didn't matter specifically where they started ... only that they picked a section and went from there. At least with how well they knew the previous bar, it shouldn't be that difficult to set up Ark 2.0's bar in a similar fashion. At least, in theory. Yet, just because it was work, didn't mean that it had to feel like it. That suggestion to mix them up some drinks was met with distinct approval that caused a beaming grin and a soft sound of amusement. Carolina content to question of Tetradore knew his luck. Oh, did she mention that she knew she liked her? "He is, isn't he? But by all means, feel free to remind him of this any chance you get." A completely innocent suggestion that offered her no shortage of amusement. At least before the topic turned far more serious. Drinking preferences were no joke.

Mira often found her favourites were prone to shift based on circumstance, such as mood, time, etc. Although the southern woman seemed to settle on one. Whiskey. It was a solid choice and was often one of her own go to. "I can work with that." That comment alluded that she already had an idea in mind. Something that at least didn't need everything unpacked just yet. Mira's face took a small crease of concentration that earned her a curious inquiry from the leopard. "Oh, you will recognize it the moment you see it." Mira added cryptically not wasting another second. She already procured two, gleaming glasses before her.

It took little time for the brunette to gather those simple ingredients, along with the polished metal shaker she had to procure from the depths of one of the boxes. It was so easy to slip in the 'zone', the woman light on her feet, humming the sporadic note to a familiar tune that sounded from the speakers. Her lips held a ghost of a smile as she purposefully worked while Carolina began with her first section. Mira was content to break the companionable silence as she shook the combined ingredients of whiskey, lemon and agave nectar in the shaker, listening to the satisfying sound of blending them all.

"Yup, as you probably already guessed. A whiskey sour with a little twist. I figured we should start with a classic. Something light and upbeat to set the mood." The she-wolf conveyed conversationally as she poured the contents into each glass that she had prepared with some ice resting at the bottom. Once filled, she slid one glass to the were-leopard to try and drew her glass to test her own drink. The woman was nothing but highly critical of her own work, studied the flavour on her tongue.

Not bad. Not too sweet, or tart. She could even taste the notes of that quality whiskey that could so easily be overpowered if someone went a little too syrup happy. All in all, Mira seemed satisfied enough as she brought her drink to her own stack of boxes that she was more than ready to diligently unpack. "You know, I was like you." Golden eyes caught the familiar turquoise of Carolina's while reaching into a medium sized box.

She considered her words for a mere moment. "At least in the sense that I didn't join the pack right away. Even though I met Tet almost immediately, before I even stepped foot in the city. I told myself that I was just "passing through". She put passing through in quotes after placing another shaker on the shelf. She shook her head at the memory before continuing. "Its kind of funny looking back at it. One day I was 'passing through' and then fast-forward some years and here I am. Sure, it's a new ship, a new bar but the hearts the same." She lowered to a crouch, putting the rest of the contents of her current box into its rightful home. "You are still here too." Mira pointed out the obvious and yet the meaning behind it was still there. She lithely rose to stand once more, her tone remaining light.

"You ever think of joining the pack officially? I mean, you're practically a certified member already. Not that anything really has to change. Unless your living some double life that no one knows about.. Although, I am pretty sure that no one would judge you even then. We all seem to have a complicated story. I am starting to wonder if it's a prerequisite."