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

Posted on April 23, 2019 by maeve liliwen

(dear friend it will be alright, please just stay by my side)
(you might think the world is tumbling down, but it's not)

Shy, violet eyes watch Mira as she turns around to face her. "Hi," she chirps. Only when that swear word drops from the woman's mouth does a trickle of silvery laughter leave the fae girl's lips. A radiant smile was then prompted onto her pale face. She simply keeps looking up at her with that downright adorable face of hers, and those big satellite dish eyes of violet. It is only that confirmation of Mira helping Make that sends that smile even wider onto her face. Those skinny, little arms of hers reaching out then to wrap around the wolf girl's waist, entirely thrilled it would seem. "Thank you," she breathes quietly before releasing the woman from her embrace.

"Yep," she responds, dinner with Tetradore indeed. She grows slightly shy for a moment. "It is for my birthday," she says in those lyrical tones of hers. "I had a party this weekend, but I wanted to spend time with Tetradore," Maeve says, fiddling with her hands in nervousness, unsure if Mira would perhaps make fun of her, but trusting that she would not. Those big lavender eyes dart away as she gets ready to admit one of her greatest secrets. "I kind of have a crush on him," she says then, those tiny fingers reaching up to playing with those pale golden strands of her hair nervously. Violet eyes follow Mira as she grabs her phone to text Tetradore of her arrival. A smile finds her face as she giggles excitedly. She had been looking forward to this for quite some time nowâ€"while Tetradore had seemingly forgotten all about it. Just like a man.

As the violet eyed girl reveals to Mira the contents of her bag, she hopes she has brought the right things along. Maeve quickly follows instructions and moves across the floor with the ballerina like grace and comes to rest atop cushioned chair so Mira would be able to get started. Maeve enjoyed spending time with Mira, it was like two special treats in one day. They, after all, had a great time at the Halloween party all those months ago. Hard to believe so much time had passed since then. She listens to Mira's voice, a smile in those violet eyes. "Your hair always looks so pretty, Mira," she says to the wolf girl. "Sometimes I wish I had dark hair," she says, knowing her hair was the exact opposite of Mira's dark locks.

Maeve gave the wolf girl an idea of how she wanted her hair to be done, but really, Maeve knew how to wear her hair down, and she was quite good at braids, and of course a ballet bun, but today, Maeve wanted to look elegant and beautiful. It was not every day one got to go out for a meal with Tetradore. The pale girl closes those startling violet eyes for a moment as she enjoys the feeling of having her hair done. The girl having been placed in foster care at such a young age, she missed many of these opportunities, her foster parents or older foster siblings often just half heartedly throwing the girl's hair into a messy ponytail, or making her wear her hair down to cover up those ghastly, pointy ears.

"Oh my goodness, I am going to look like Shirley Temple," Maeve exclaims with a bout of girlish laughter as a piece of golden hair spirals upwards into a tight curl. There is just a bit of quiet laughter then as Mira gains the hang of curling Maeve's long hair. "They still haven't found them?" She exclaims with another rush of laughter falling from her lips. "They should get their noses checked," she jests playfully. Hiding the pumpkins with Mira had certainly been a fun time, the night concluding with even more fun as Maeve and Tobi had finally been given their promise of candy. Those lavender eyes close for a moment before crossing her heart. "Cross my heart, I will never tell a soul," she promises. "We are really good at pranks, Mira," she compliments both herself her wolf companion.

It is only when Mira announces that she is done with her hair that the golden haired fae child lowers herself from the chair and comes to stand in front of the woman. "Thank you, Mira," she chirps excitedly like a little bird. She then turns those violet eyes onto the woman who had helped her so much. "You really think he will?" She says, practically about to jump out of her own skin from anticipation. She moves in front of the mirror, admiring those now delicately curled golden locks and those violet eyes rove over her new hair do. "It is just perfect." Maeve smiles at herself in the mirror before that smile is redirected to Mira who offers her something to put in her hair. "Yes, please," she responds, letting Mira place that lava rock into her alone tresses. She admires it in the mirror before look turns curious. "Why a lava rock?" She asks, unaware of the girl's power. "It is so pretty. Have you seen a volcano before?" Maeve always seemed to have a never ending stream of questions.

Maeve grabs her dress then and moves into the washroom to change into it. The dress goes on over her head, violet eyes close as she concentrates on not messing up those recently done locks. Once the dress is on her, Maeve looks down at it, happy with her decision. "Okay," she chirps from the other side of the door. "I am coming out now," she says before opening the door to look at Mira with a timid, little smile on her face. "What do you think?" She asks the woman, holding out her hands so Mira is able to take a look at the dress of lilac. Maeve then turns to allow Mira to zip up her dress, but the delicate child quickly jumps with an excited gasp of breath on her lips. Someone was knocking at he door. One guess who.

The pale girl quickly rushes to the door, but not without casting an excited grin in Mira's direction before a hand extends to the door knob to give it a twist. When she opens it, purple eyes look to the panther man, widening in surprise (a good surprise) at his attire. "You look dashing, Tetradore," she says before proceeding to give him a small curtsy. "Shall we?" She asks then, purple gaze staring up at him before walking out the door and making her way to the exit of the Ark. "Where should we go to dinner? I am starving," she says before a simper of a smile finds those lips in an almost secretive fashion. "I was thinking some where that has...mac and cheese?"

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