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.

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

don't let those butterflies out; MIRA & TETRADORE

Posted on February 24, 2019 by maeve liliwen

The pale girl woke up refreshed after having had her birthday party yesterday in the land Andras had created just for fae people. Those violet eyes open, already filled with a wild excitement for the day. It was part two of her birthday celebration. Maeve had been promised by Tetradore, the blank panther that roams her heart, and who she manages to coax smiles out of when usually his face remains of hard stone that they would have dinner tonight. The violet eyed girl is giddy with excitement for the day and practically leaps out of bed. Even though the dinner was quite a ways off, Maeve could not help but already dancing around the house, eager for time to move faster. The little now nine year old spends her day practicing her dance moves for her up coming audition for a show for children, each show was divided up by age groups. And Maeve's age group, the Junior category was 8-10, they were going to be doing Snow White and Maeve was driven to hopefully land the leading role.

So she stands at the ballet bar that was made for her and practices, perfecting her technique, each movement she critiques herself and tries again until it looks perfect as she moves out to the middle of the floor. Maeve knows too, that if she gets this role, that there were boys auditioning too, hoping to get the part of the handsome prince and if Maeve is able to become Snow White she knows she will have to dance with a boy. This makes the heart within her chest stall, she has not danced with boys very much, in a group yes, but never as duet partners. She then too thinks, was Tetradore a good dancer? Could he lift her and twirl her like the violet eyed fae child had seen the male ballerinas do in many large productions. Her cheeks flush at the thought.

Some how, the day manages to pass, just as little Maeve had hoped it would. The clock strikes 5:30 and Maeve knows that it is time to gather her belongings that she wanted to take with her to Sacrosanct. She and Beylani, one of her guardians, had gone shopping for this very night and Maeve had gotten a dress, the perfect dress in her opinion. Just the right amount of lace, and glitter, and a pastel purple color that really brought out those unique lavender eyes of the girl. The perfect dress for no doubt the perfect night. A very happy birthday to the little girl indeed. She just knew without a doubt within her young heart and mind that tonight was going to be wonderful.

Maeve gathers her shoes and puts it into a bad, a curling iron and some make up she typically was only allowed to use for recitals and dance competitions before grabbing her dress that hangs in her closet, protecting by a layer of plastic. God forbid anything happen to her dress before her very important dinner with the panther man. Swiftly she moves downstairs and grabs the object that will transport her from the Somnia into Sacrosanct, only a stone's throw away from the Ark.

The moment she arrives, the little blonde girl practically sprints up to the large ship, running up the ramp, but even then, her fae blood allowing for the little girl to hardly make any noise as she moves so gracefully through the door. She is dressed in simple skinny jeans, converse, and a magenta sweatshirt, with her platinum blonde hair thrown into a messy bun. She couldn't let Tetradore see her like this! Now, normally, when Maeve arrived at the Ark, she would search out the leopard boy, knowing he was the most likely source for entertainment and usually the most content to play some sort of game with Maeve when the others were usually too busy. But today, Maeve knows where she needs to go. Racing up the stairs she stops only once she is outside the door she recognizes to be Mira's. "Mira," she calls for the wolf with a knock on the door before peeking her head in. "Mira, I need your help, I have to get ready for dinner with Tetradore tonight. Please?" She asks, peering up at the wolf with those violet eyes underneath long, dark lashes. How could anyone say no to her?

Maeve Liliwen
image by Wang Xi