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

and all that was real is left behind

Posted on January 22, 2022 by Sylvester Veres

If that entrance and fighting area within the Ark had been impressive- it hardly compared to what existed at the top of those never-ending stairs. The hallways and bedrooms and offices and...whatever else existed on the top floor of the Ark were far more luxurious and opulent then even what existed below. It made sense, Sly supposed, why offer guests and visitors the very best the Ark had to offer when it could be kept for those that lived here. A perk of being part of the pack- or so Sly presumed. The inner workings of the Were race were something of a mystery to him and yet, hell, maybe after they had finished moving the eight billion cumbersome boxes and putting together that desk Carlina would have time to enlighten him on her species. It never hurt to learn, right? Sly's very comment on the Ark's interior prompted a quick agreement from the slender, attractive young woman across from him as they maneuvered that box down the hall and toward Tetradre's office. The new Ark, Carolina insisted, was superior to the old one. Even if she had enjoyed the old ones rust and grime. Sly's own features scowled ever so slightly at the thought. He remembered the old Ark- if only barely. He'd hardly paid it much attention back then and yet it was hardly difficult to imagine that it had surely paled in comparison to this. Still, he supposed, he understood Carolina's insistence that the rust and grime hadn't bothered her. His own cluttered, dingy apartment still felt like home- no matter how, well, shit it was.

"Seems like it's no easy ride being a, what do you call it? Alpha? If you've got a big pack that's a lot of people to look after. Seems like this Tet guy is doing a decent job of it though."

If he could afford this Ark as a home then 'decent' was an understatement. Carolina though, for her part, seemed pretty content. Even if she claimed Tetradore was 'crazy'. A title Sly was fairly certain belonged to Tobias and yet the blond warlock made little effort to comment upon that notion- if only for fear saying the man's name might summon him from...wherever he was hiding. The pair, fortunately, managed to carry that cumbersome box into Tetradore's office a few moments later before lowering it down and onto the floor. Carolina wiped one hand across her brow as Sly's fingers ran through his own blond locks in relief at being removed of the weight of the box and yet- there were still at least seven more. Christ. The young woman's insistence that she was just about ready for a break and a chance to enjoy the Ark's bar was a sentiment Sly was wholly willing to agree to. A drink would have been damn near perfect- if a pile of boxes still wasn't waiting for them inside his van. A simper of approval at the idea managed to find his lips all the same- before Carolina's distinctly teasing insistence of a 'good time' prompted his own eye to raise ever so slightly. Hmmm. Carolina, it seemed, was....a lot of fun. Maybe more than Sly had anticipated. After all, it was rare any of those beings he delivered anything too stayed to help him, much less seemed so willing to embrace that subtle and yet shared sense of humor. The idea of Tetradore walking in on something more...intimate than desk building however coaxed a chuckle from his own lips.

"I'd be interested to see the Yelp review he'd give me after that."

Sly moved to step around his companion, that simper still on his features before he paused, his blue gaze glancing over his shoulder and toward the young woman.

"Although- if that's what we were doing. I'd be more interested in your review."

How readily that simper seemed to flicker into something almost impish in that moment, another soft sound of amusement humming from the warlock's lips before he moved to step into the doorway with every intention of heading back into the hall and down the staircase to retrieve the next box. The very sight of Tobias within that doorway however was enough to prompt the Romanian to halt abruptly, Carolina's name upon his lips as he glanced toward her- only to find that doorway empty when he glanced back once more. Jesus Christ. What was up with this guy? Carolina's efforts at assuring him he was perfectly safe as long as he remained with her were, perhaps, not as comforting as they should have been. Did this Tobias guy do this all the time? Was he actually a threat or just...weird? Sly's figure shifted automatically closer to his companion. Tobias, after all, hardly seemed as keen to bother Carolina. It was at that very moment however that the petite, pretty blonde suddenly decided to suggest they take the elevator.

Those words seemed almost slow to process within Sly's mind, his blue gaze shifting from the aquamarine of her own and toward that staircase and back again An elevator? Was there....really one here? Had they carried that box up all those stairs for no reason at all? Surely not. She was joking right? That sudden burst of laughter from Carolina's lips readily gave way to the notion the woman was not only not joking- but that she found her apparent prank hilarious. That initial shock took several more long moments to die down as Carolina's laughter echoed richly along those halls. It was, Sly was inclined to admit, a good joke- and one he had fallen for completely even if he struggled to keep that simper of amusement from his own lips as he uttered those near deadpan words. She was right, it was funny, even if the warlock hardly intended to give her the satisfaction of his laughing in turn. Carolina managed to force out several words between her laughter as she assured Sly had just assumed there was no elevator, those words coaxing a playful roll of his own eyes.

"Well who has an elevator in a boat!?"

His protest, he expected, would be met with only more laughter. The pair, in those few moments, had formed an unlikely friendship as Carolina bumped his shoulder lightly. Sly, as was his habit, seeming to take that entire prank in good nature. Even if he was relieved to know that job had just gotten a whole lot easier. The blond warlock allowed that smile to find his lips again- at least until she insisted she had made his day. Another soft snort echoed from within his nose.

"You destroyed it when you made me walk up those stairs and improved it by telling me about the elevator- at best you...evened it out."

Sly allowed one eye to raise. The man was very near daring his companion to argue with that logic as they moved to step into the elevator together. That ride to the lower floor took only a few seconds in comparison to that almost treacherous stair climb they had taken to get up. In the very least though, Carolina had been willing to put herself through that exertion just to pull her prank. She had a good sense of humor. A rare find these days. Sly moved to lead the way back out to the truck then before gesturing to the boxes in the back.

"We might as well unload them all into the elevator then just take them all up at once. It won't take me long to put it together once we get up there. Then maybe we can see about that drink you owe me?"

Owed him. For her prank. He was certain. Sly allowed one eye to raise once more in curiosity as to whether or not she might actually be willing to make good on that offer. The warlock lent easily back into the van then, taking two of those smaller boxes before passing them to Carolina. Sly grasping a larger box himself only to carry it back into the Ark and rest it inside the elevator. The unlikely pair made several more trips to that van and back before those boxes were loaded. Sly distinctly grateful once more for that elevator as it carried them and their cargo up to that top floor. The pair left with only having to carry those boxes into the office before Sly began to unpackage them.

"Can you hold this?"

He reached to offer Carolina one of those desk legs before searching for part A, which went with bolt C and connected to bracket D2. The joys of flat pack. Sly, perhaps mercifully, had built so many of those desks however that the Romanian moved with a practiced, purposefully ease as he knelt down on the ground to begin screwing a bracket into the table base.

"So I have another question- if you don't mind...."

It was rare, in any sense, that he was given an opportunity to talk to any of his clients. After all, most of them ran off before they could be made to feel guilty for not helping him. A help Carolina had freely offered. Sly's blue gaze lifted to meet her own then.

"When you came to join this Tetradore's pack, do you have to like, I don't know, do an initiation or anything? Or an interview? Or do they just let you right in? I always wondered about Weres and packs."