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

Quinton Van Acker

And they're pushing all my buttons but they never seem to wonder why;

Posted on January 26, 2022 by Risque

It was Saturday night, a typical busy night for Syn in all its glory and yet, somehow she found herself within her office by choice. Far away from the loud thudding music and the demanding patrons that flocked to the bar that night. She was not to be disturbed as she sent those lesser beings fleeing with nothing but a word of uttered warning. Alone, the feline queen had varied felines lined up and ready to perform some orchestrated circus-like act. That was the only thing to call it with several felines balanced precariously upon the backs of larger far more temperamental ones. Lions mixed with tigers, ordered by their colouring would usually be a recipe for disaster and yet with her affinity demanding they focused on nothing other than her call. This took a unique kind of skill. A delicate balance between too much control and not enough. One misplaced claw... could be detrimental and ruin everything and yet Risque hardly seemed concerned.

"Do not squirm." She chided with a clipped tone to the tiger that stood dead center, as she focused more of that suffocating affinity upon the agitated beast. Those felines were well under her effortless sway to merely stand where she put them. It like a juggling act that required a great deal of concentration to get it down just right. Repeat it enough times and it requires less. It could have been more impressive with more space and more felines and she wished to start off small. Not wanting the prying eyes of those far too nosey for their own good. A certain kind of satisfaction came of this, oddly enough. The vampire almost finding a certain determined calm in her self-made task of entertaining herself. It amused to her to see those felines forced into unnatural positions and various gravity defying leaps and flips into the air. Considering the great deal of power she used to wield her impressive display of control, she looked completely the image of a lounging feline upon her Victorian couch, hand poised and delicately swaying like they were all but puppets on strings. One false move could send them all tumbling.

It was basically feline acrobatics.

"Again." She stated out loud, her power intensifying to scramble those felines into another act. Only this one was proving to be more... challenging. She'd puzzled it out within her mind that was soon silenced when she heard the sharp rap of knuckles upon that heavy office door, a familiar knock that belonged to no one other than her mate. She could tell on sound alone, distinctly different from the others. Bolder. She welcomed him inside, willing to hear his input.

You are just in time. Where is Princess? She could do some of the more intricate moves of what I have planned."The dark haired temptress was almost looking forward to show him that amusing sight that very few would ever get a glimpse of. One of her rare talents to put on a show, hidden away behind those closed doors.

However, her cowboy strut with purpose into the office, the presence of her mate drawing her attention to the masculine movements of his body then slowly to view the expression he wore that did not match his confident stride. It was in an instant that she could immediately tell that something was wrong from just that simple look of her lover alone. Her flawless feminine features shifted even though she truly made no movement to stir from her comfortable position. The cowboy made no motion to join her.

What is it? Don't tell me one of Ruben's broken monstrosities broke free onto the dance floor again. She spoke with a regal French accented nonchalance. If she was required again for one of his.. mistakes. However, that didn't seem to be the case this time.

One of the many things she admired about her mate was his ability to cut to the chase when it mattered as he skipped any useless preamble. Although, with his answer, she could not determine if it was better or worse.. or simply... neutral. Perhaps it could be all three. An old one in the bar. It wouldn't be of note. Usually all they did was surface from their dusty crypts from time to time. No one ever really stirred up too much of a ruckus. After all, Syn was an attraction in itself. It was not uncommon to attract the occasional ancient being. They never lingered too long. Long enough for their eye to catch upon someone interesting.. Or perhaps simply to satisfy a whim or just to replenish and leave. However, they did have a tendency to stick out. It was when Darcy mentioned he was reading. Was that really something of note? A sound of amusement crossed her full lips. "Reading what? The drink specials?" She questioned although it allowed that amusement to weave within her words.

Darcy swiftly corrected himself, his distinct, southern accent easy for her to understand after all these years. 'The paper.' Again, she didn't see a problem. No harm could come from a piece of paper. Unless it was a contract perhaps. Maybe he intended to have a business meeting of some kind. What an odd place to have it.

In which case.. what did she care? As long as they paid and left without tampering or cause a great degree of havoc.

Darcy was quick to reply, stating that it was the actual newspaper. Her eyes narrowed. Now that sounded unusual, even to her. Who went to a bar to read the paper? One did not go to Syn to read. They went to Syn to... well. That was self-explanatory. Syn was like a dark promise of fulfilling those twisted little desires. It lived up to its name. So long as they followed by the rules, it was quite the spectacular night. It was a lure to many, forbidden and tempting. Yet she found herself curious perhaps as she straightened upon that couch. People after all, even immortals were terribly habitual creatures that were easy to read. But this... this was something new. It meant the ancient vampire wanted something, or perhaps age had weathered the sanity of their mind. Even still, she found this... worthy of some attention.

Was he not there to drink? To give into at least some of those carnal pleasures that Syn whispered promise of? Was he not there to... lose himself for a little while? Besides the newspaper. Hm. This was something that she had to see. It was suspicious in the very least.

"I must see this." Risque already drew to stand, straightening out the luxurious fabric of her short, thigh-kissing strappy bandage dress with the killer, sultry heels to match. Was it something devilish that sat at her bar? Something indifferent? Curious even? She didn't know. Although his motives were what also drew her out of her office to at least see the unusual behaviour for herself.

With Darcy and a larger feline at her side, she sensed the other vampire the moment she stepped out onto the floor of the club. It was impossible to miss. How old was he? She moved in that feline way of hers, although, circuitous in the way she simply took a moment to observe the ancient stranger. People were naturally giving him a wide berth, like he naturally possessed the Bermuda triangle around him. Vampires could tell and well.. the foolish humans.. perhaps were smartly a little apprehensive of what was considered strange if those wary glances were anything to go by.

That strong, natural ancient energy was prickling across her exposed porcelain skin, making it impossible to ignore. Well. This was truly rare. She could feel his power radiating off of him in waves, her patrons giving the man wary glances even though many continued to drink and dance, even though almost half of those hugged to the opposite half where he was not. It was almost humourous to see, if not a little unusual.

There was a nervous sort of tension that percolated in the air. A danger lingered in the pit of vipers.

Risque did not hesitate long as she let that power washed over her, willing to taste it unfamiliar potency. It was a long time since she felt power such as that. She could practically hear the hum like a an exposed powerline, sparking occasionally like a snake with vibrant colours to warn off those nearby. She wondered if he was aware of it.

Curious. He appeared to actually be reading, his features engrossed as if he had actually been enjoying it. He seemed unphased by the alluring music that caused her patron's to move in an sensual fashion to the beat. In truth, he did not appear to show interest into anything beyond the propaganda on that flimsy paper perched between his fingers. Did he not care that those articles within his paper, by the time they were printed and made it to his possession were dated? Practically yesterdays news. Even she knew that it was better to stay informed online. It would certainly draw less attention that he didn't seem to mind that he generated.

"I will see what all the fuss is about.." She informed her mate, intending that he stay put as she parted from his side even though she could still feel his gaze boring into her despite the long, cascading waterfall of perfectly kept blue-black hair that was in his way. Her feline trailed silently and obediently behind her as if on a hidden leash as each sinuous step and tell-tale click of her heels brought her closer to the obscure being.

Her a pale, sharp gaze flicked over the vampire who perched at her bar's attire assessing the well-dressed vampire in a style of what she would deem a sort of casual sophistication.

The French lilt to her honeyed voice reached to draw the older vampire's attention bled from her as she was within earshot. "I am curious to know. Does one come to the bar to escape to read or do they read to escape the bar?" By the time she was finished those accented words she had already ended up in the vacant space to his right, clearly not showing the same reservations as everyone else. Her stature tall, confident enough to take space, her manicured fingers reached to skim across the surface of that bar-top as if to assess its cleanliness. Her large feline shadow content to sit at her feet. Next, those pale blue eyes swiftly scanned to see if he had a drink of some kind but the ridiculously large paper blocked her view. The sight drew forth another type of ire as she watched the bar staff look incredibly busy.

That gaze finally searched to meet his eyes."They have offered you service, non?" She would not tolerate poor service from her staff, no matter the excuse. She would make sure the price to pay for that slight would be far worse than anything the ancient vampire might do to them.