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

taking your breath, stealing your mind

Posted on December 15, 2021 by Sylvester Veres

Sly was almost certain he could feel his heart sink in his chest at the sight of those stairs spiraling upward from the center of the main floor. The Ark had looked huge as it was from the outside. From the inside it was possibly even more vast. The notion that they would need to travel up multiple flights was one Carolina had, perhaps diligently left out, Sly commenting on that very thing only for the delicate blonde to insist she hadn't left out that information- rather she'd repressed it like traumatic memory. A soft snort of amusement echoed softly from Sly's nose. He had no desire to tackle those stairs- especially not with seven more loads of boxes- and yet, it was his job. There was no real way around it, and besides, he had Carolina's company. The blond warlock had already decided he almost liked the Were. She had a good sense of humour, or in the very least, the sort of quick wit Sly found he enjoyed in others. At least the next few hours would hardly be boring with her company. Carolina was, in turn, a pretty damn fine thing to look at as well. How much did he truly have to complain about? Sly felt for the first step with the back of his heel, the warlock stepping up onto the step, followed by the next and the next with Carolina to guide him around any twists or turns he couldn't see. The pair had very nearly climbed half that staircase before Sly's blue gaze fluttered down to those fighting rings below. His view from the stairs offered him a near perfect view of those battle stations the Ark was famous for and yet vehemently denied having all at once. Carolina, here and now however, seemed inclined to admit the truth of the business. Really, it would have been almost...amusing for her to attempt to deny what was right in front of their eyes and what everyone in the city knew to be true all the same. It was Sly's query on whether or not anyone had ever died that seemed to prompt a deeper consideration from the young woman.

Carolina's head shook softly, the slender blonde insisting that, to her knowledge at least, no one had ever died- there were precautions in place, or so she thought. This, admittedly, not her area of expertise. Sly's blue gaze drifted downward once more to eye those rings. Fights of any kind weren't exactly his idea of entertainment and yet he was inclined to admit he would have liked to have seen those Weres battle, even if only once. It sounded....intense. His query on what Carolina did on that ship (surely she wasn't a fighter), seemed to coax a sweet laugh from the young woman as she insisted the only place she ever went a few rounds with anyone was behind closed doors. That subtle, witty innuendo managed to coax a genuine chuckle from the warlock as they maneuvered their way further up those stairs with that cumbersome box. Carolina, or so she insisted, apparently worked that bar in the evening. That, Sly was certain, made far more sense. Looking the way she did she was sure to clean up in tips alone. Finally, it seemed, they had managed to reach the required floor. Sly's feet scuffed lightly on that polished surface as Carolina guided him toward the office, the pair passing room after room. Several of those doors, slightly ajar, prompted the warlock to glance curiously within them as they passed. Bedrooms. Either the Ark was also a hotel- or the pack lived here. It made sense, or so Sly thought. The Ark was huge, it would take a full staff to run it, clean it, organise it, maintain it. It would make sense of the pack to live in it. A pack that was clearly under the leadership of the 'Tetradore' fellow he had spoken to on the phone. The overly cheery one. Even now that thought prompted a tug of sarcastic amusement to his lips.

His query on the pack living in those rooms however was met with a shake of Carolina's head as the woman commented that only some of the pack lived within the Ark. The rest, like herself, apparently had their own apartments. Hmmm. Any further thoughts Sly had on those curious living arrangements were pushed to the back of the warlock's mind as Carolina turned that conversation back toward him- and how he had come to be living out his dreams of delivering oversized boxes to the city's most difficult locations. That near dry sarcasm so easily fell from his lips once more in response- Carolina's light, femanine laugh filled that space, coaxing another simper to his own features before Sly juggled that box to reach behind him and push open the office door- guiding them both into that space. His own words continued with ease, the warlock offering that simple admittance that he worked more than one job. Part time was easier to get then full time, after all, and it paid the rent. How easily people seemed inclined to....believe that story. He had gotten good at it too. Uttering those words casually, with a lift of his shoulders thrown in or a dramatic sigh that seemed to resonate with anyone who had ever worked a job, or a series of them, that they didn't like. People rarely asked any more questions after that. They were usually content with that answer. Sometimes they asked what other jobs he worked and oh- how good Sly had gotten at brushing off that query or uttering off a few more of those part time professions he took up before changing the subject. Anything to turn them off the topic of questioning him too deeply on why he only worked those obscure jobs, that paid cash in hand, that required no details about him in order to get paid.

Carolina was quick to take up that conversation herself, just as Sly had anticipated she might. The woman insisted she knew exactly how it felt to be in between jobs or just scraping by. Even this job, she assured him, hadn't originally been intended to be permanent and yet- you did what you had to do. How certain Sly was he understood that as his head nodded.

"This job seems alright though. You get to work in a pretty fancy place."

He gestured loosely to the room around them. That office was equally as opulent as everywhere else on that ship. She probably got paid well. Sly moved to lower that box to the floor with Carolina's assistance, the warlock pausing to wipe some of that blond hair from his gaze before insisting they should probably go back for the next box. If they stopped for too long, after all, it was only going to get harder. Carolina seemed to have almost read his thoughts, the young woman near idly insisting she was liable to just take them to the bar instead- the very notion prompting Sly's lip to quirk upward in a grin once more as he glanced back toward his companion.

"I wouldn't need much convincing to follow you to the bar. Maybe on one of our trips back to the van we might accidentally just, you know, fall onto the bar and have to rest there for a bit?"

Yes. Fall onto the bar. By accident. One eye rose neatly upward, Sly offering his companion another grin as he moved to step out of that office door. Only to very near collide with the towering, gangly fellow from before. How long had he been there? That surprise was quick to jolt through the warlock's body, Sly quick to attempt to summon Carolina- only to find that aforementioned 'Tobi' seemed to have disappeared once more the moment the blonde woman stepped out into the empty hall. Tobias, as she insisted he was named, apparently 'did whatever he liked'. The gangly man, unbelievably, the Beta of that pack. Sly's gaze shifted to meet Carolina's own almost incredulously, the warlock not certain he.....believed her in regards to that curious man's position within the pack. The idea that Tobias had 'taken an interest' within him however was enough to see Sly linger distinctly close to Carolina in turn. He did not, he suspected, want to see what Tobias' idea of fun was. It was the young woman's sudden insistence that they could take that elevator however that readily seemed to stop the warlock in his tracks as he turned to face her once more.

"The elevator? Do you....actually have one?"

She hadn't just made him, made them both......climb up five flights of stairs with that heavy box for....fun had she? Unless this was her idea of a joke, although really, joke or not, she had climbed those stairs as well. Putting herself through that same physical exertion. Was it really all to see that look on his face? One Sly was certain was some mix of surprise, horror, disbelief and bafflement all rolled into one. Maybe it was worth it for that look. Maybe he would have even been tempted to do that same. Sly's arms folded across his chest, his blue gaze meeting Carolina's own now. The faintest hint of amusement tugging at his lips.

"Well, I think you should know that I feel betrayed for a start..."