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 let you see the parts of me

Posted on December 03, 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

There was nothing like some manual labor to really spice up the day, an internal sigh resonating in her mind as she eyed the mountain of not-inconsequentially sized boxes in the back of the work van. Making a mental note to make Tetradore pay for this later she couldn't help but laugh at the blonde as he rather acutely assessed her boss. Her brows rising as he recommended the option of him purchasing the entire set of oversized office furniture. For the first time she wasn't entirely sure if her sarcastic companion was joking or not, though it seemed a safe bet after their previous witty repartee. Still her hazel eyes rolled dramatically at the very idea. "Oh, don't tell him that. He would order it out of pure spite then invite everyone to watch the whole thing." She huffed a laugh, sure that the pack's leader would find no shortage of amusement at the very idea.

Finding humor in a situation had always been one of her talents, and something she relied on to keep that air of brevity in her life. What was life if you weren't able to laugh at it and yourself from time to time? She was glad to see Sly shared that perspective, it made the prospects of the afternoon seem much less drastic than they might have been otherwise. That smile seemingly painted permanently on her features even as she strode off to open those large, loading doors before returning to the task at hand. How heavy that box weighed in her hands, even as she only shared half the weight and the pair walked that box into the ships interior. It wasn't hard to see the curiosity alight in the warlock's eyes as they traversed the corridors of the yacht on their journey. The boat was overly opulent, leaving no doubt that Tetra enjoyed the finest things life had to offer. More than once the leopard had pondered why, exactly, that was but it was a bit deeper than she needed to be treading in those waters.

It was only then the were realized by happenstance that she had yet to actually ask her temporary coworker his name, which triggered the southern hospitality that had been ingrained within her from such a young age. He seemed rather surprised at the question for some reason, were people so rude that they truly didn't care to know who was helping them? It wasn't like she could keep on calling him 'Stupid Desk Man' the entire afternoon, there was no chance this job was going to be over quickly. Sly, he finally stated, which somehow suited him rather well she decided.

It wasn't too long after that the twisting and turning interior led them to the grand staircase at the heart of the ship, a fact she might have conveniently left out in their earlier conversation. The cock of Sly's brow told her he was well aware at how this effected their task, the extra work that came with the mountain they would need to climb. His overwhelmed sigh was one she could relate to. "Would you believe I repressed it?" Her voice raised in innocent, rhetorical question as the blonde shed his hat and seemed to mentally prepare himself for the trek.

As they began the climb it seemed Sly couldn't quite contain his curiosity any long, a trait which she could admire as much as anything. The fighting pits of the Ark were legend, possibly the worst kept secret in Sacrosanct and yet so few were actually privy to experience them. While they were not her cup of tea, she understood the intrigue; that was all part of Tet's plan anyway. She described the matches in the must understandable way she could to someone who had never seen them in person. Shifting her hold she looked back up at the ruggedly handsome blonde as he asked, rather succinctly, if anyone ever died during them.

She understood the thought, the main draw of the fights after their mystery was their bloodiness. "We actually never lost anyone as far as I know. There are precautions and such in place I'm pretty sure, but it's not really my area." They trudged up a few more steps, Carolina's gaze flickering from her feet back to the profile of the man who handled that box so expertly as they angled ever upward. The idea that she might participate in that sport was enough to make her laugh, even as the idea of the scars that she did bear rang in the back of her mind. Those that littered her back however had nothing to do with the Ark and the weres who came here. How easily that sarcastic wit came in handy, shrugging off the idea with more than a little innuendo that the warlock seemed to appreciate.

When the finally scaled to the floor they needed she nodded to the large set of doors at the end, naturally they were Tet's office and she was relived at the flat hallway that marked the end of their journey... for now. So eager was she to reach their destination Sly's next question almost surprised her. "No, some do but I have my own place a few blocks away." She had no doubt the pack would give her a place to stay if she asked, but she rather liked her rather eclectic apartment. It was something that was purely hers alone. Carolina flipped the conversation to her companion then, inquiring how he found himself in such a line of work. His witty reply not at all surprising as she laughed lightly at the idea that somehow delivering unwieldy furniture was the pinnacle of all his career goals.

Watching as he skillfully handled the box while opening that office door, muscles flexing with more than a little appeal beneath his shirt at the motion, she looked back to his face as they moved forward and he gave a bit more detail. Nodding in understanding as they maneuvered the box into that office and set it down in the clear space. "I know the feeling," she tossed over her shoulder as she meandered over to observe the space which had been cleared for that office, "When I first came to work here it was just something to get me by. You do what you have to do." Her curly haired head nodding slightly perhaps a bit more in introspection as she realized the pair were not so very different it seemed.

"Yeah I suppose we better, we stay up here too long and I'm liable to just take us to the bar instead. We deserve a drink at the end of this." Turning to follow Sly out the door, she heard his voice mentioning her 'friend' again which caused a brow to raise in curiosity. She exited into the hallway only a few steps behind him and was confronted with... open air. Looking over at the warlock incredulously with clear question in her turquoise eyes. As the blonde clarified that apparently he had yet another Tobi encounter. "His full name is Tobias and he does... whatever he wants mostly." She gave a slight shrug, one hand coming to twirl a strand of her long hair out of habit. "He's technically second in command. It might be a bit concerning that he's taken an interest in you..." Sometimes garnering Tobi's attention wasn't the best thing, as far as she could tell he usually operated in ways that would amuse himself. Carolina may end up needing to try and prevent his eating the delivery boy after all.

"Better not to linger though, Tobi has a very unique idea of fun." She looked up at the warlock with no small amount of mirth before offering. "Shall we take the elevator back down?" A laugh already threatening to burst force as she awaited the shock and disbelief which she hoped would paint his features.

Carolina Grace Bedford.
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