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

What's wrong with being confident?

Posted on February 24, 2022 by Braxton Redfield
Don't Believe Thy Majesty, They'll Eat You Alive

He carefully flicked the ashes of his cigarette. Amber eyes scanned every corner of the area; Lights abundant of varying colors. It wasn't super crowded either. But yet it felt that way. Nothing he wasn't a stranger to anyway. Vitani had him going all over to snag up clients for her business.. And pleasurable meetings. He was more the sweet talker if anything. He usually had muscle with him, but this was the one time that he didn't. This was just Braxton going out on his own accord, and expanding his own horizons. Afterall, why couldn't he have friends and faces in places? Morgan did puzzle him a bit, but he wasn't about to back down now.
Not after he followed her this long, just ignoring the fact his arm was being cradled. But at least his free hand still allowed him to smoke, which he quickly took a drag of.
The burn felt nice on the way down.

"Pet? Well, if I was a pet then she'd keep me on a ball chain, darling." He scoffed a bit, flicking the ash from his cigarette and waiting to take a drag.
"As far as doing things together, I'm not her fancy. I chauffeur her around, take her shopping when she wants. Help her with his 'business meetings'. Never the other kind.. Whatever she chose to do with whoever was none of my concern. Besides, I much rather like being an observer of things; A wallflower of sorts. But, the troublemaker kind. That's how she found me. Wandering these streets; Not these exact ones but this side of the world. She found my charm and demeanor were something rare."
A crooked smile formed across his lips as he took a hefty drag off his cigarette, and puffed the smoke opposite of Morgan.
"Tricks? Except for playing butler when she'd have lavish parties which were really meeting with dealers and 'special clientele'. And as far as my general villainy? This is it. I go looking for trouble, find it, and see what I can get into and possibly what I can do to help, or even benefit. Catch my drift?"

End of the day, Braxton knew he had to play it smooth. Working Vitani, he knew all the things to say, and all the things he needed to do. Being himself was the top thing. Still he had a feeling his huff of annoyance was still a curious subject.
"At the end of the day, ol' Braxy here gets a little vexed by being a right-hand man. Pays great, but I need to have my own little thing going. Why do something for another, when I could start doing the same?"
He felt that smirk still across his lips as he looked into the crystal blue eyes of Morgan, as there was a bit of a haze around his amber orbs. Her question was something curious though, as what she followed it with.
"Of course I'm not afraid. I'm quite giddy if I'm honest. Especially not knowing who we're paying a visit. I like the danger aspect, darling."

Braxton Wayne Redfield
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