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
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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

I think we're closer to an animal;

Posted on May 02, 2020 by Iliana Amaranth

iliana amaranth

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;

Oh dear.. It was far too late.. Again. How bad she was at remembering the time or watching the way the sun so swiftly disappeared beyond that horizon. It was easy to lose track of time within her forest. She could feel its magic weaving within the titan-like trees that stood like ancient sentinels overlooking its inhabitants. It was here the silvery fae never felt alone, never felt out of place nor lost. She was lost in a rather strange peace keeping conversation with a toad... and a fox, her slender fingers toying with the silver necklace that hung from her slender neck. Since the day she was gifted it, there wasn't a day when she didn't wear it. How deeply it reminded her of the jackal who gave it to her.

She hovered low to the ground within a crouch, her silken silvery, shimmering locks forever in a disarray over her shoulders and that fell within her face, the pointed tips of her ears poking out. She felt comfortable being on the animal's level as she spoke to them, It was near instinct for the fae woman. "Have no fear little fox, I promise you that those toads have no intention of stealing your den. It was purely an accident.. Mr. Toad is entirely apologetic. He promised to bring you.... 2 crickets but he might have eaten them..." She uttered with a little giggle. But how abrupt that conversation was suddenly interrupted, the appearance of Marcelo startling both the skittish fox and Iliana.

The fox yipped his undiluted outrage evident but he had already disappeared into the forest, upon nearly silent paws like a reddish orange and black bullet lost to the night. Iliana was to her feet in an instant, clutching her chest as her heartbeat raced in alarmed surprise until recognition seeped like a welcome cooling clam over her. Celo!! How he startled her so! She was hardly prepared for this.... Newfound game and yet... why not? Her lips curled into a bright smile that faded when she truly saw him and his arms... that looked like they had been raked by a bear or something far more angry than that. But truly what was more angry than a bear? She wondered.

Her name was uttered upon his lips, his worry palpable and yet how could she feel it when she was just happy to see him here even though that worried pinch of her brow appeared upon her features. He moved with purpose, closing the distance between them. He always had that wolfish grin spread upon his lips, it was strange to see him... so... troubled. His strong arms pulled her into that welcomed hug that she returned. "Oh, Celo!" She exclaimed brightly as the vivid stars overhead, unwilling to question that moment but embrace it.. But even she could not help but see the trickle of blood or the tear in his fabric. "You're hurt.. What happened??" Concern lingered within her spoken words, a hushed sound that could have been carried away by the gentlest wind itself.

"Out of here?" She questioned softly, curious as to why and yet.... How could she resist anything the jackal offered, trusting him near implicitly.

Where did she want to go? Anywhere he said. Her mind began to swim with an endless assault of possibility. Nebraska. She heard a truck driver speak of once.. She saw a museum tribute to Tibet in the heat of summer that she snuck Mr. Crow within. She... might have borrowed an ancient amulet in the process.. OH, and there was also... Egypt. How the thought of mummies seemed to... deter her. Then she remembered a vague tale from her mother all those years ago when she was almost too young to remember. "Ireland..." She whispered sweetly, her silvery eyes near glint with wonder... he said anywhere did he not? "I want to go to Ireland."

barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;