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

Lend a helping... stomach?

Posted on March 03, 2022 by Bjorn Larsen
Bjørn Larsen
I know just what you're running from

The ride is uneventful, the talk quickly petering out to, once more, fill the car with silence. Hazel eyes scan the road and the passing cars, Bjørn's mind constantly taking in information that the world gives him and assesses any potential threats. He pulls the car into the parking space and gets out, raising an eyebrow as Tipsy asks if he wears the sword everywhere. As he turns to lead the way to the side door, hitting the button to lock his car, Bjørn smoothly asks, "Do you go anywhere without your thieves tools?" There is no judgement in the hunter's voice, only curiosity. Bjørn doesn't know if he can explain how the sword is a second skin, a shield between the hunter and the evils in the world. With the sword, Bjørn feels... vulnerable.

When he informs Tipsy about his 'friends', the young man agrees to no paperwork and, giving a firm nod of head, Bjørn opens the door. He steps back to allow Tipson to enter first while he gives the parking lot one last scan. Inhaling a lungful of the crisp night air, Bjørn turns follows the young man into the well-lit halls of the clinic. He motions for the young man to follow, swiftly leading the way to a nurses station where the older lady that sits behind it looks up and points toward an exam room. The hunter dips his head, herding Tip toward the awaiting room. A medical assistant appears and takes Tipson in to the room while Bjørn hangs back in the hallway. As the assistant runs vitals, a young doctor moves up to the hunter and introduces himself. Quietly, Bjørn fills him in on what happened, directing the doctor to give the kid the good pain meds.

With a short nod, the doctor heads toward the room, giving a soft knock before Joining Tipson and the cute medical assistant inside. Hazel eyes sweep the hallway and Bjørn leans back against the wall opposite the room Tipsy is in. Closing his eyes, the hunter works to drown out the chatter that fills the clinic. He focuses on the room ahead of him, listening in on the instructions the doctor gives. The only time Tipson cries out is when they wrap his ribs and Bjørn frowns at the pain-filled noise. After some time, the door opens and Bjørn still stands across from the room. His eyes are open, posture relaxed as the kid saunters out, the hunter giving him a slight shake of his head. Tipsy speaks of living and Bjørn snorts before signaling for the duo to leave.

Leading the way to the side door, the hunter pushes it open and ushers Tipson to step outside. Not smart to handle stolen property in front of others... right? As soon as the young man joins him, Bjørn allows the door to swing closed and says, "Talking about a hot item in front of the nurses? Sloppy Tipsy." The words are light and the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips say Bjørn isn't mad. As he lets the smile drop, the hunter solemnly dips his head and says, "I am a man of my word." and reaches into an inner pocket. He pulls out the black box, holding it out for Tipson. As the kid reaches for it, the hunter asks, "Who is going to help you rewrap your ribs in the morning? And what are you going to do for dinner?" Bjørn holds onto the box a moment longer before letting his hand fall away.

Tilting his head slightly, Bjørn pretends to ponders the possibilities, even though he has already made up his mind. The hunter huffs and says, "I think you can help me, Tipsy. But you can't tell anyone." Eyes dart around before the hunter leans in a little. Deep tones roll out as Bjørn says, "I have three ladies staying with me and they make a lot of food. You have to help me eat all of it. Please." Pulling back, Bjørn tries to hide the joyful glint in his eyes as he looks at the young man. Truthfully, the hunter is worried about Tipsy, worried that the vamps will try to track him down. Hopefully, the kid will give in and come back to the townhouse. Maybe he should text Ren they might have company...

"Bjørn speaks"