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

he'll only break your heart

Posted on May 06, 2022 by Tobias

Tobias' dark eyes remained fixated upon his young son as the toddler contentedly chewed on Henry's shoe laces. That Henry might not have appreciated such an activity so hardly seemed to occur to the deviant. Tobias, after all,so rarely seemed to display any true understanding (let alone concern) for the emotions or desires of others. The man was nothing if not instinctually animalistic in so much of what he did. Those higher order emotions and thoughts, seemingly, entirely outside his own grasp. That very mention of Rhett's name, however, seemed to prompt an almost quizzical look to Henry's features. One Tobias was all-too quick to mimic back at the man before Henry suddenly asked whether or not he could tell Rhett not to eat his shoes. That singular statement seemed to coax an entirely new look of curiosity to Tobias' features. One that was quickly replaced with a frown and a distinct snort of derision. As if Henry's question was nothing short of ludicrous. Could he ask Rhett not to chew Henry's shoe laces?


Tobias' head nodded readily. The gangly young man was content to confirm that, yes, he was entirely capable of telling Rhett not to eat those shoe laces. He understood those words. He could speak them. Henry had not asked him to do such a thing however. No. Henry had merely asked him whether or not he was capable of it. Not to actually do it. Tobias, it seemed, was content to take the other man's words entirely literally as he merely stared toward him- as if it were Henry who was the ridiculous being in this very situation. It was, however, Rhett's very fascination with those shoes that seemed to prompt Tobias' curiosity then. The Beta queried whether or not Rhett would die from shoe lace consumption. Henry, Tobias was certain, would know the answer to such things. Yes. He was certain. The blond man's insistence that Rhett would not die, but that the shoe laces might, seemed to coax a momentary grin to Tobias' features. A strange, hissing chuckle seemed to hum within his throat.

"I would like....if they died."

Tobias' gaze narrowed near readily upon those very shoes then. As if they deserved that entirely predatory look before Henry reached to pry them free of Rhett's lips. Those saliva strewn strings were reluctantly knotted back together by the panther. Rhett's own dark gaze (a perfect image of his fathers) seemed to follow those shoe laces, their sudden removal prompting the boy's bottom lip to tremble. Those tears were surely imminent as Tobias' own gaze widened. The man instinctively covering his leopard-ears hurriedly.

"No...no! Do not make....that sound!"

Tobias, it seemed, had become distinctly used to babies crying after Rhett's birth. The young man's reaction was entirely instinctive as he scrambled several paces back from his own son- as if fearing the boy might explode. That crying sound was....wretched! Tobias loathing it entirely. The unfortunate Raven so often left to deal with their infants' tears alone if only for how very much Tobias seemed to find disdain in that sound. That tantrum, however, seemed to be at least momentarily waylaid as Henry reached quickly for a stuffed bear, handing it directly to Rhett. The sudden appearance of the toy, in that moment, was both surprising and distracting to the shaggy-haired toddler. The boys dark locks so alike his Father's own, they're curly perhaps- like his mother. Rhett chose, instead, to put the bears ear within his mouth before chewing contently. The lack of screaming, at last, saw Tobias release his hands from his ears. His dark gaze shifted warily from Rhett to Henry and back again- as if attempting to understand how this silence had occurred. Henry's soft mention that Rhett was getting big so readily seemed to ensnare Tobias' attention then, a momentary grin flashing across his features as he nodded.

"Rhett was small and now...is big because I.....feed him.....lots."

Tobias looked near expectantly toward Henry then, as if anticipating some kind of praise for successfully having kept Rhett alive for such an extended period of time. The boy clearly proud of his feeding efforts. His gaze, however, so hardly lingered upon Henry long, Tobias glancing down toward his son once more before, rather abruptly, allowing his legs to fold beneath him. Tobias suddenly seated himself cross-legged on the floor beside his child. His awkwardly tall frame appeared all the more so in such a position as he glanced up toward Henry now.

"Do....you...live here...now?"

The room held Henry's scent. Stronger and more potent than before. The blond, perhaps, having stayed within for several nights in a row. Such a pattern was...unusual. Henry, after all, so rarely lingered upon the ship after those pack meetings. Tobias seemingly curious of that change in pattern before his head titled once more, his gaze meeting Henry's own again.

"Why...does Henry...not have.....a...mate?"

Tobias. Direct as always.