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 fight for us to know the truth

Posted on December 01, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Grace Bedford.

The two made quite a pair, and it was rather nice to work with someone who shared her determination and appreciation of alcohol to boot. There was nothing quite like losing herself in a project, but oddly enough she found that having someone to share it with was even better. Over time Carolina had gotten so used to doing things by herself, she had for so long, it was easy to forget that she actually missed the companionship. And Mira provided that in spades, the leopard unable to keep the smile off her face at their conversation even as she prepared herself to tackle that gargantuan task that awaited them. The bar had to be perfect, though those events down in the rings and the resulting bloodshed were what drew so many to the Ark she would wager that the bar is what kept them there, and often business was good. She was so ready to feel that rush and hustle once more. It made all the work to prepare for it more than worth it.

She chuckled at the implications as her dark-haired friend inquired after her tolerance, as if somehow it had vanished over the last few months away, but no her sordid past had started long before Sacrosanct. A fact at which she hinted with the same vagueness Carolina did most personal inquiries, and to be honest she didn't even realize she was doing it anymore. It had become so easy to dodge any kind of intimate questions with a sarcastic quip or witty retort that it was pure habit by this point for better or for worse. It wasn't until Mira replied that she would have expected more context based on her declaration of her history with drinking that she paused and realized what she had done, keeping her past tucked safely into the dark recesses of her mind where even she didn't need to dwell on it which was the point she supposed. It was better to keep everyone at arm's length than risk attachment, that was the lesson life had taught her... right?

That lighthearted ribbing and prodding wasn't fully lost on the leopard, but one sure way to get a rise from her was a challenge. At the insinuation that the southerner was actually just bluffing about everything she cocked one eyebrow at Mira. Well then, challenge accepted. "I tell you what, I'll trade you story for story then. Show you mine if you show me yours, if you will." She waggled her dark brows in challenge to her companion, hoping that the wolf couldn't resist a challenge either. Though a part of her railed against opening up any part of herself to someone else, she couldn't deny the closeness that she had begun to feel to her family at the Ark and Mira even more so.

At the mention that she had been trying to get Tera drunk however she could on longer hold her serious fa├žade, a laugh bursting from her at the idea, even more so at the idea of him being a god of some sort. "Oh, please never make that comparison to him in person. You know he would never let it go." She actually had to wipe away a tear at the idea, having no doubt that the pack's leader would absolutely love the insinuation. After confirming her preferred drink she turned to make some progress on the boxes at her feet, sorting those bottles back into their familiar locations as she watched Mira dance behind the counter with such practiced ease in her peripheral.

Familiar sounds of ice in a tumbler broken only as Mira confirmed what she was preparing, the were's lips pulling up at the fact that it just so happened to be her favorite drink. She placed a few more bottles on their appropriate shelves before turning and accepting that drink, bringing it to her lips to taste the perfect balance of the drinks deep tones paired with the slight citrus bight. Smiling she lowered it, leaning on the counter for a moment and glancing over at her companion with a smile as the dark -aired woman moved to her own pile of appointed boxes. The comment that they were similar, at least in the past tense giving her pause, a touch of confusion hinting on her features as Mira met her gaze in a tone that suddenly seemed a touch more serious.

That whiskey pulled back to her lips as she listened to the bar manager give some insight into her own history and how she had come to join the pack despite her intentions of not putting down roots in this city. It was a feeling she could relate to in more ways than one. Carolina set that glass on the counter, moving back to fiddle with the remaining bottles that needed to be sorted, even though she made no real attempt to move any of them more just needing to busy herself with something as she sensed the direction that this line of commentary was taking. Self-preservation was her forte, even when there was nothing to truly protect herself from.

At the comment that here in the heart of the New Ark Carolina was still here as well she turned her eyes back to her friend, the insinuation no lost on her even as it felt like her own heart had now lodged in her throat. She could only nod once, lightly as Mira continued on with her true question now placed. She swallowed finally, wondering how many of her walls she might be able to actually let down. "I've thought about it, more than once. Tetradore made the offer to me a while ago on the old ship and I told him I would think about it then. I supposed I never stopped." She rolled the bottle of vodka in her hands, looking down at the label for a moment in contemplation. "I've never been good at setting down roots, it usually comes with too many rules and restrictions though this place definitely doesn't have too many of those."

Huffing a small laugh she looked back up at her friend with a look she had no doubt the other were would understand. "I didn't plan on sticking around long either, this was just a job to get me by, but I guess the place has a way of growing on you. The people aren't so bad either." She shot a playful wink at her companion, always searching for that brevity when things got serious. Had things changed so much since she had last spoken to Tet about joining the pack, was she more willing to open herself up to those bonds it would tie to her? Carolina wasn't even sure of the answer, but she didn't plan on going anywhere so maybe... just maybe.

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind