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

things you never say to me

Posted on April 24, 2022 by Carolina Grace Bedford

so say you'll stay with me tonight
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

The acrid stench of smoke invaded her nose even as her companions question brought the reality of there being a fire within the Ark into stark focus. Too vivid memories of the blaze which had claimed the first ark flashing in her mind as she mentally scrambled for what to do next. Did she pull the alarm first, should she grab Sly first and call the pack as they went for the stairs? Lists and options raced through her thoughts, and only the oddity of that word he exclaimed could have caught her attention enough to make her pause. Turning just long enough to follow his gaze to the small, flaming figure atop one of the scattered pieces of cardboard; a piece of it burning in their jaws. The rather exaggerated groan that left the Warlock had her aquamarine eyes dancing back and forth between the two wondering what exactly was happening. Imagine her surprise when he issued a command for the little fox to drop what it held, which hardly seemed like the best idea as those charred embers fell to alight the large piece on which is stood so proudly.

Her concern returned with a force until she realized that it somehow seemed limited to that square of material and didn't proceed to light the rest of the office ablaze. Apprehension melted slowly into curiosity as it seemed there was in fact no eminent danger and Sly continued to speak to what was apparently his familiar. She edged towards the pair slowly, trying to assess their relationship even as her questions began. His insistence that his companion was supposed to listen caused a breathy laugh. "Well that is something I can relate to." The words murmured softly as she lowered herself to the ground, still watching the little fox which seemed to shift its attention to herself. Her head fell to the side as she studied the way his flaming paws padded across the carpeted floor until he stopped a close distance away.

Unable to resist, the leopard extended her hand slightly, letting Mihai determine how close the nose which was testing the air around her might come to her fingers. It was odd, to feel the heat coming off of his vulpine form and yet none of the actual discomfort that one might feel holding their hand too close to a candle's flame. Her focus didn't leave the familiar, even as she continued asking questions about his companion assisting him on all those work calls; though her eyes may have danced to meet the bright blue of his own at his soft laugh. "It must be nice to always know that he's there, even if only to cause a little trouble."

She didn't miss the shift in his features as he seemed to mull over his own words, that the little flame creature was so different than others of his kind. "Just makes you unique, huh?" She moved to accentuate those words by pretending to boop the little fox's nose playfully moments before the he changed forms entirely! Her eyes were alight with awe as she watched him hover in the air on tiny wings made of pure flame, as if showing off just for her before the flitted to his other half and landed atop his broad shoulder. She continued to study the little bird as Sly explained more regarding what made Mihai such a unique familiar in his world, laughing lightly at his final words. "Well it could say a lot of things..." Eyeing that pile of ashes for a moment before her aquamarine gaze returned to his features. "But maybe it just means you're capable of changing yourself to fit the situation."

Another thing she could relate to, truth be told. How long had she lived a life that required her to adjust or change things about herself for a time just to survive. She doubted that assembling furniture for the wealthy was Sly's life goal, despite their earlier jokes, but here he was doing what he needed to do. "It means you're good at taking pranks played by ill-mannered Were's." The quip given as she flashed him a bright smile, watching the final piece of that desk move into place. She took a moment to appreciate his work, the desk as large and extravagant as most things Tetradore owned which meant it would be perfect. Seeing him turn towards her from the corner of her eye, she shifted to meet his gaze even as his words tugged her sweetheart lips into a smile.

"I think I owe it to you, if memory serves." Payment for her crimes, even if she would likely have found a reason to follow through on that offer regardless. Sly was pleasant company in more ways than one, there was no point in denying that fact, and the leopard was seldom one to decline any of life's pleasures when they were available. "But first, I need to clean up those ashes before my boss has a coronary." She pointed to the still slightly smoldering remains of Mihai's little stunt with a light laugh, moving quickly to pull a hand-held vacuum from the closet in the corner. "Luckily, on a ship full of Weres there's almost always a vacuum within reach. The shedding is terrible" A true laugh ringing out at her own joke before she switched on the machine and made quick work of the carboards remains.

"There, what Tet doesn't know won't hurt him." The words mumbled more to herself than her friend as she stashed the vacuum away once more and moved towards the door knowing Sly would likely fall into step beside her. It was a short trip down the elevator once more to the main public floor of the vessel and into the large open space of the main bar. It was her favorite place on the ship, and the most popular outside of the fighting rings themselves. The large bar was filled with familiarity which came from spending most of her time here with Mira and her other coworkers and friends. Reaching the bar she placed a hand atop is polished surface before turning to the Warlock once more. "Pick your poison. Beer? Liquor? We've got just about anything you can imagine stashed somewhere."

Grace Bedford.