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

don't know where it all went wrong

Posted on April 18, 2022 by Henry Tudor

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

It was hard for Henry to admit when things were triggering. It was hard for him to share just how much this place reminded him of the place where he nearly killed the one person he loved more than anything in this world. Tet could have picked anything. A warehouse, a mansion, a fleet of RVS. But instead, he had chosen another boat. Perhaps it wasn't really the "yacht" part that had him upset. Anything on the water was hard for Henry to be on. Perhaps that's why he was hardly here. How could he always be here when it brought up such painful memories and feelings of inadequacy? But he couldn't tell Tet all that.

Tet's answer wasn't the one he wanted. He wanted to man to just admit that being on a fucking boat might push him away. But it didn't seem to occur to his maker (or rather he didn't give a fuck) that Henry struggled with this place. He struggled to make this place home. It felt foreign and strange. He worked the bar at night when he had to. He slept in the stateroom that had been given to him. But this place didn't feel like home. This pack didn't feel like home. That was a thought Henry was scared to admit outloud.

He took anther sip of the liquor, feeling the way it burned going down. At least he felt something when he drank. Perhaps what he was afraid of was that at some point, he'd stop feeling altogether. "You could have had a mansion built." He shrugged his shoulders. Sure, a mansion wasn't nearly as moveable as this giant ass boat, but where did Tet honestly want to move it to? Where did he think he was going to take them? Perhaps it bothered Henry that he wasn't included in the planning of their new home. At least then he could have tried to suggest other options.

He sighed. He finished off the glass before pouring him another. "Who all is new to the family?" The word family was said with a sort of sarcastic inflection. Clearly he wanted to know who was new to the pack and who he was expected to protect. It'd been a long time since he had been around everyone. People had come and gone and quite frankly, Henry had been far too wrapped up in self-hate to notice who might be new.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousand times again