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

your fever dream, can't you see it getting closer

Posted on May 12, 2022 by Sylvester Veres

It was unusual to meet someone who didn't instantly fear Mihai. The vast majority of people, perhaps understandably, seemed to look upon the flaming creature for what he was made of, rather than the animal and familiar he was. Those flickering, searing flames seemed to instill no small amount of panic in the majority of people even despite the lack of combustion that so often occurred around his searing soul. Carolina, however, seemed to look upon Mihai with a distinct curiosity and, perhaps, something almost akin to affection as she lowered herself to her knees- her hand extended for Mihai to sniff the way she might reach out to a puppy or a kitten. Sly's gaze lingered lightly upon the pair as he continued to work upon that desk, the warlock making some effort to explain Mihai as much as he was able to. The Romanian, regrettably perhaps, had never really managed to get any answers about his familiar at all. Mihai, even amongst the warlock and witch community- was an oddity. Carolina's soft laughter echoed within the office space as she insisted it must be nice knowing someone was always there in the way Mihai was. Sly's brow furrowed slightly once more. The Gypsy, admittedly, had never truly considered how very not alone he always was in that regard.

"Hmmm, I never really thought of it like that- but you're right. I do like knowing he's there. In fact, I don't know what it's like not to have him.He's always just....been."

Sly could recall only a handful of occasions throughout his life in which Mihai had ever strayed from him and even then- his familiar had hardly gone far. The pair so merely having been accidentally separated for a bare few moments and yet even that had been...painful. In the physical sense. It hurt to be too far from Mihai. The warlock eternally glad for his familiars close company. The little flaming fox was his soul after all. It made sense that it wasn't exactly...ideal for them to be apart. Carolina's soft assurance that Mihai was simply unique prompted a soft sound of amusement from Sly in turn. The warlock cast his blue gaze over his shoulder again, watching as Carolina pretended to 'boop' Mihai upon the nose. The little fox's jaws parted in a distinctly foxish grin, Mihai leaping backward playfully only to leap forward again in an effort to engage the young woman in a game. Sly, not for the first time, inclined to consider how very....pleasant Carolina was. In far more ways than simply one. Her very nature was simply enjoyable. Mihai seemed to share that sentiment before he abruptly shifted forms. That fox form was shed in favor of a hummingbird. Mihai's tiny wings beat furiously as he hovered in place, fluttering almost teasingly in front of Carolina before hurriedly flying back to Sly himself to land upon his shoulder. A show off if there ever was one. Sly had very nearly given up attempting to understand exactly what his familiar said about him. After all, if his soul was an undecided flaming animal....what exactly did that mean? It seemed at least mildly questionable.

Carolina's own features shifted to a look near pensive in that moment before the slender blonde suggested that, maybe, it merely spoke of his adapility. That ability to change as he needed. A soft simper tugged at Sly's own lips in response. Maybe she was right. He'd worked all sorts of odd jobs as long as he could remember. No role ever truly the same. Just like that plethora of animals Mihai seemed to mimic.

"Maybe one day when I pick an actual career, Mihai will pick a form."

His words were nothing short of teasing as he reached to slide the final piece of the desk in place before stepping back to examine his work. That desk was nothing short of impressive in every sense. Tetradore would have endless room to do....whatever kind of work he did that needed that kind of desk space. Carolina's playful words filled that space once more, the young Were Woman insisting that Mihai's ever-changing form surely also added to Sly's own ability to handle jokes played upon him by ill mannered Were's. A light chuckle easily hummed from within his throat at that very quip. Carolina was quick witted, he had to give her that.

"Pretty sure that might just be my flawlessly good temperament."

His own teasing grin readily found his lips then before he asked after that drink he had been promised. He wasn't exactly....supposed to drink on the job and yet Carolina hardly seemed the type to make a complaint. Not after she had been the one to offer it. Besides, one drink would hardly put him behind time, right? Carolina was quick to agree to that drink- just as soon as she had seen to the ashes on the floor.

"Oh, right, sorry about that."

One hand lifted to rub almost sheepishly at the back of his neck as Carolina reached for the vacuum in the nearest closet. That the ship was well stocked with vacuums in an effort to combat Were shedding, however, was a notion Sly had hardly considered before. The warlock, in that moment, allowed both eyes to lift in clear curiosity.

"Really? You know that makes sense and yet I never would have considered it."

There was something to be said, Sly supposed, for being some sort of....low-shedding animal breed. Was that a thing? Did all species of Were Dogs have different coats? Did it reflect the hair type of the person when in human form? If you shaved all your hair off as a human, would your animal form be suddenly hairless too? There was, Sly had decided, a considerable amount of information he simply did not know about species outside his own and yet, for now, the warlock was content to keep such thoughts to himself as he fell into step beside Carolina. The young woman easily led the way back through that ship then and down toward the ringside bar. That polished oak surface was...incredible. Along with the view of the fighting rings it provided. Carolina strode easily around that bar then, her hands resting on the counter surface as she asked him to pick his poison. That bar, she assured him, was well stocked. Sly's tongue brushed lightly across his bottom lip, the Romanian allowing his gaze to drift over the collection of bottles behind the bar. Mihai took that opportunity to shift once more. His hummingbird form replaced with a polecat as he leapt down and onto the bar surface only to peer over the counter and toward the bottles stacked below with clear curiosity.

"How about gin? Any kind. The British half of me can never seem to go past that. One shot mixed with tonic."

His gaze drifted briefly from that bar to eye the space around him once more.This place was so much....bigger than it looked from the outside. The warlock was entirely certain it would be well and truly packed out on most weekends. No wonder Tetradore was so damn wealthy. Sly reached to take that offered drink before seating himself on the nearest bar stool, the grypsy waiting for Carolina to take her own seat with her drink before he lifted his own to his lips.

"That's pretty good, thank you."

A warm grin of approval flashed across his features then, Sly taking another sip before placing that glass back down upon the coaster, his blue gaze easily met Carolina's once more.

"Do you want to play a game? It's easy, don't worry."

Carolina was good company, Sly entirely certain there was no harm in getting to know the young Were better.

"I'll ask you five questions and you have to answer as quickly as you can. You can answer as seriously or not seriously as you like- then you get to ask me five, yeah?"

Sly paused only so long as it took Carolina to agree to that game, the warlock entirely content to let the woman's answers be as ridiculous as she might desire.

"Ready? Alright. Your favorite color? Favorite food? One thing you regret? One thing you don't regret? Annnnd your middle name? Go."