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

i guess i missed the signs, writing on the wall

Posted on March 28, 2022 by henry tudor

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

Henry had tried. He'd extended some sort of an olive branch in the form of a glass of whiskey. Not to mention, he'd asked the man why he was wet. There were a lot of other things he would have rather said, but instead, he kept things simple. Clearly Tet was doing the same. Keeping things simple. His answer was short and to the point, not exactly an answer that could further any sort of conversation from it.

Henry stood there awkwardly, sipping at the alcohol if only to try and waste time. Eventually, he put it down and looked up. "So why a yacht?" Henry wanted to know if this was somehow on purpose, to make Henry hate life even more. He knew what had happened with Sterling on the last yacht he was on. He had to know just how trigging being on this yacht was. And yet...that's the new boat he had for their "family".

In the end, it didn't really matter. He and Tet had never been close. Perhaps that was by chance, or by choice. Henry, deep down, wished things could be different. He had enough shit to deal with regarding Sterling. And now, he felt very much alone. He felt like he was all by himself with no where to call home and no family. He should lean on his pack...but how could he do that in a place that only reminded him of all the bad things he had done since becoming a were?

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousand times again