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

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Posted on November 22, 2021 by Sylvester Veres

Carolina, Sly had decided, was a vastly preferable companion to the tall, scruffy man from earlier and yet the very idea of coercing the young, petite blond into attempting to help him lift no less than eight heavy, cumbersome boxes was, well, not exactly...gentlemanly. Sly's mere suggestion however that this 'Tobi' might help them was shut down in very near the same moment as that query had left his lips. A resounding 'no' seemed to echo from within the depths of the ark. That blunt reply prompted a lift of Sly's own eyes and yet Carolian, for her part, hardly seemed perturbed. In fact, the pretty young woman seemed to find her companions' antics almost...humorous. Hmmm. Maybe this....Tobi fellow was a little....special. That, Sly was certain, was the only reason he could fathom anyone tolerating him and yet the inner workings of the Ark staff was hardly his place to question. Carolina's soft, quiet assurance that asking Tobias for help was not something to be done lightly was met with another soft, amused snort from the blond warlock.

"I actually completely believe you."

Sly's own lip quirked slightly in amusement, his head shaking lightly, before he moved to lead the way back down that gangplank and towards his van with Carolina in tow. Most of his customers....never offered to help. The vast majority content to leave him to make several slow, burdened trips back and forth to his van while they simply watched. As if watching him work somehow increased the satisfaction of their purchase. That the woman behind him was actually willing to help make his life even a fraction easier was the sort of assistance he was hardly inclined to turn down. Sly reached to pull open those van doors then, offering Carolina a view of the rather...monolithic task ahead of them. There were at least eighth boxes. The majority of which were going to require them both to carry and navigate through the ark. Christ, he hoped that Tetradore's office wasn't ten floors up. Did boats have elevators? Sly's query on whether or not the 'deep voiced excited man' who ordered that desk might have been Carolina's actual boss seemed to prompt a ready amusement within the young woman in turn as she nodded. The blonde dryly insisted that this Tetradore enjoyed the finer and....larger things in life.

"Well, if he's interested, you can tell him we actually sell a whole office suite that comes in about thirty boxes that is, if you can believe it, significantly harder to maneuver than this desk. If he's lucky, one of us might even develop a hernia from all the lifting."

How readily that same dry sarcasm seemed to find the warlocks own words. Jerry had cussed him out more times then he could remember for that dead-pan sarcasm that several customers had found worthy of complaint and yet, Carolina seemed to be one of the precarious few who might appreciate it. Life was better, Sly was certain, when taken within a grain of very large salt. Was it wrong if people like Carolina and himself simply pointed that out? In the very least the woman seemed as if she would be decent company to spend the afternoon moving boxes with. That mountain of cardboard before them seemed all the larger in that moment as Sly reached forward to drag the first of those boxes out while Carolina saw to opening the loading doors. The warlock easily grasped one side of that first box, the man waiting only so long as it took Carolina to return and pick up the other side before Sly began to walk backwards. The man relied on his newfound companion to prevent him colliding with anything inside the ark as they navigated its vast, open interior. The outside of that boat had looked undeniably....opulent. The inside was outright luxurious. Damn it must make some money if it looked like this. Sly could hardly help the fashion in which his gaze roved over that interior as they moved, the warlock's blue eyes lingering on those fighting rings that took pride of place in the center. Maybe those rumours were true. The Ark was as notorious for its Were-Fights as it was for remaining tight-lipped about them. Those rings however were pretty damning evidence.

It was Carolina's sudden inquiry on his name that seemed to prompt Sly away from his internal considerations, the blond unable to prevent that look of surprise from finding his features at her sudden query. People never asked for his name, at least, not unless they were planning to leave a negative Yelp review after he left. Hmm. Maybe she had taken more offense then he'd realised to his.....possible insinuation that her not-boss was a little....unhinged. If she hadn't, however, his refusal to give her his name was likely to result in the very offense he was still attempting to avoid. Sly, after a moment, offered his name. Carolina, for her part, seemed almost delighted before insisting it was far better than Stupid Desk Man. That moniker, she suggested, likely to earn them both looks in public. A soft snort of amusement easily echoed from within the warlock.

"I can't disagree with you there."
The pair slipped into a momentary, companionable silence as they walked. Sly content to continue to eye the lavish interior of that ship before Carolina directed them toward a staircase. The first, it seemed, of many. Sly's gaze shifted from that staircase to Carolina and back again. She wasn't serious was she? That near incredulous look he offered seemed to prompt an almost innocent look from his companion as she queried whether or not she'd forgotten to mention the office they required was on the fifth floor. Sly, this time, was unable to prevent the way in which his eyes widened slightly. The warlock glanced upward at the stairs they hadn't even begun to tackle- and they had seven more boxes.

"You...may have left that out."

A near defeated sigh echoed softly from the warlock's lips. There was, he supposed, nothing to be done for it. It was his job- and at least he had attractive help. Carolina was hardly the worst thing to look at for the next few hours. Sly moved to step backward then, feeling for the stair with the heel of his shoe before stepping up and up again. The pair making slow and yet determined progress upward, that companionable silence, this time, broken by Sly himself as he queried after those fighting rings. He'd almost expected Carolina to attempt to deny the existence of those fights and yet, really, considering where they stood that denial would have been almost amusing. The blonde woman was quick to insist those fights were like the MMA, some bigger than others and with far more teeth and claws. Sly's features frowned ever so slightly in that further contemplation as they continued up the stairs, the warlock adjusting his hold slightly upon the boxes.

"Do people ever get killed?"

He'd never really considered it before and yet with teeth and claws flying in every direction the likelihood of someone taking more damage then intended seemed....high. It was that very contemplation of claws however that prompted the warlock's gaze to shift back to his companion. Carolina.....didn't exactly look as if she partook in those fights. The young woman was quick to laugh off that suggestion. If she was going a few rounds with someone, she insisted, she much preferred it to be behind closed doors. That simple, easy innuendo managed to coax a genuine simper to the warlock's lips as a chuckle hummed within his own throat. Carolina was alright. Hell, she was almost refreshing after a day of otherwise....dull customers. Her insistence that she worked the bar, however, made far more sense and readily explained her distinctly intact facial features. With the way she looked it was hardly difficult to imagine her tips were probably decent. The pair, finally, seemed to reach the top of those stairs as they maneuvered that box past several rooms. They almost looked like...bedrooms.

"Do you live here too?"

It made sense, he supposed. Sly hardly considered himself an expert on Weres and yet Weres formed packs didn't they? The Ark was enormous. It would require a full time staff to run, having the pack itself live within that boat made sense. At least to his own mind. Carolina's sudden query on just how he'd come to be living out his lifelong dream of delivering furniture around the city coaxed another faint simper to the warlock's lips as the pair headed for the door at the end of the corridor. One Carolina promised would be the office they required.

"I worked hard, set goals and followed my dreams. I am the exact embodiment of those inspirational quotes people put as their wallpapers on facebook."

Sly paused at the door to the office, the man juggling that box slightly to reach behind him and fumble momentarily with the door handle before pushing the office door open and stepping backward into the space. Finally.

"In reality though- I haven't been in the city all that long. I actually work a few jobs. This is just one of them. It's easier to find part time gigs then anything permanent and it pays the rent."

Sly continued to walk backward and toward the far side of the room where a distinct space had been cleared for that desk to go, the warlock carefully lowering that box to the floor before dusting his hands off on the back of his jeans.

"You ready to get the next one? We might as well just keep going."

Sly moved to lead the way back to the office door, the warlock stepping out into the hallway only to very near collide with that lanky, shaggy haired man from before. A ready yelp of surprise left his lips, Sly stumbling quickly backward, his gaze meeting the dark eyes of the man in front of him as Tobias simply....stood within the doorway.

"Hey, Carolina, your friend is...."

His gaze shifted back toward the blond woman in a near silent bid for help before shifting back to face Tobias- only to find that doorway suddenly clear. The man having seemingly disappeared entirely. Sly's features readily frowned, the blond glancing out of that door and down the equally empty hallway. This was like a very low budget horror movie. The warlock moved to step back out and into the hallway. Sly distinctly content to wait for Carolina to join him before they began to make their way back downstairs. Somehow it seemed....safer with the woman beside him.

"So what exactly does that guy do? The tall one. 'Tobi' you called him."