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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

virtue has a veil, vice a mask Alexis.Rixon

Posted on April 05, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH

After her first fight within the ring she had understood just why Tobias rarely ever had his presence within the ring. Other Weres constantly proclaimed that they could defeat the wildcat if given the chance and only those that were worthy and capable of moving through the tournament had that honor. Before their scrimmage she had been capable of roaming through the Ark unnoticed by anyone but only to the few that understood her connection to the spotted creature. Hardly anyone approached her, knowing full well that she already belonged to someone, and it was in their best interest to be far away from her. Sadly though after the fight she was quite well known and she had to slip past those that wanted to challenge her be it one-on-one or tag team. She wasn't interested and each time she politely turned them down it only grew to the others frustration at her unwillingness. The Hyena was helpful when it came to making the others back down and having Tobias around her attacking anyone that came far too close was even better, but that didn't completely stop anyone from trying. It got worse and so she would enter the ring, but only under the condition it was with Tobias and she had plenty of days to rest and heal â€" away from the others.

Tonight she moved within the Ark feeling quite satisfied with herself. A few days earlier she had entered the ring and allowed their guests to witness a rare fight from herself and Tobias as they took down their three paired challengers. As Tobias promised he had allowed her to rest and heal within the Ark without allowing anyone else to know about her terrible secret. A were was supposed to heal properly and quickly, but for her it took a long time. If anyone knew it could be used against her and her pack. Slipping through the crowds she heard the occasional approval cheers, and a few others warn her about new challengers coming to face her, but she ignored them. Instead of lounging within the Ark and reading her book, curled up against Tobias within their hammock, she was given the task to patrol the borders. It needed to be done and she didn't mind to do it. With winter gone and spring coming up she was excited to roam the grounds with pleasant weather for a change. Thrusting her shoulder into the door she gave a slight nod to the Hyena hearing him wish her luck before she started off with a run down the dock.

Quietly she moved through the docks and entered the twist and turns of the dark alleyways. Her ebony skull raised as she inhaled the tangy scent of the salt water mixed with the dirt, soot, and spring air. Her grey trimmed tail swayed side to side in a calm manner. As she moved within the West District she had not caught sight or scent that would cause her to be alarmed for herself and her pack's safety. Rounding around the corner she found herself in a familiar area. Lucian's old warehouse remained bordered and locked away for the outsiders to not get in. Inside were items she and Tobias had left behind after she was accepted into his pack and allowed to stay within the Ark. Though as she entered one of the dark alleyways she caught the sound of a soft cry and instantly her form went still as both ears pointed forward on full alert. The vixen's scent was caught on the wind and instantly she padded towards the sound of the sadden woman. With a gentle whimper the canine found the smaller canine curled up between abandoned boxes. Her voice would gently pressed into the fox's mind, her head lowered at the level of the curled up fox.

"Alexis, what is wrong?"

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