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

stick with me, I'm your queen

Posted on June 15, 2020 by Samantha Cassidy
Samantha Cassidy
Maybe this princess could save herself.

That sounds like a pretty good story too.

That Western skyline seemed entirely wrong without the giant iron ship upon its shores. As Samantha strolled along those docks, her heels clicking against the wooden planks - she couldn't keep her eyes off the horizon. The fae had spent too many evenings upon these docks and upon that boat to not notice its absence. While she may have been clueless as to why it was no longer there, she knew that there could be no good reason for its absence. A fact that was only confirmed when her eyes laid rest on the Were-King standing near that expensive car with his arms crossed against his chest. The former fae queen knew without the use of her gifts that he was frustrated - Aiden's posture giving him away far before she was close enough to read those guarded emotions. She knew him well enough to know that if the Ark's absence was a good thing, he wouldn't have that scrunched look upon his face. And for a moment, Samantha's stomach seemed to jolt up into her throat at the sight of him. Even though she knew there was so little possible between them after all this time, there would still be those deep lingering feelings for him. After all, you never forgot your first love, right?

Samantha stood back, sure that Aiden would not notice the fan's presence as she watched the situation. Those divers that seemed to come up and then dive back into the surface of the water did not escape the fan's attention. Though the girl had not been privy to every single thing that went on within the walls of the Ark, it did not take much to know that not everything was exactly... legal. And as such, it took hardly any additional effort to come to the conclusion that if the Ark had gone down, so did a great deal of Aiden's secrets. Secrets that he wouldn't exactly just leave at the bottom of the ocean. It took only a matter of minutes before her brain connected all of the pieces: the divers, the car, the duffle bags. Ah, those poor divers. The Ark was not the easiest to navigate when it was above water. Samantha had been close to practically living aboard the ship and she'd still frequently gotten lost in those endless corridors. Having to find whatever it was that Aiden was looking for now that the ship was under those waves would be a miserable experience. And giving Aiden's frustration that was radiating off him in waves, she certainly didn't envy those poor souls.

As soon as her greeting escaped her lips, Samantha knew that she had surprised him. Which, admittedly, had been her intention. She watched as those green eyes of his turned on her, the man clearly dazed by the sight of her. She couldn't blame him, she supposed. After all, the fae girl seemed to slide in and out of his life as of late. But she did try to stay in touch. In an effort to further stupefy him, Samantha slid her arms around him for a quick hug - one that was hardly returned, though she was hardly bothered by that. Even in their best times, Aiden had never been exactly great at that physical affection thing. Samantha paused as she stepped back, watching his gaze slide to the trunk of the car and those glimmering gold bars in the duffle bag. Her inquiry may have been vague, though his response was even more so. "'Nothing really?'" Samantha echoed, crossing her own arms across her chest. "The Ark is underwater and you're pulling gold bars out of the ocean, and that is nothing really? That makes me wonder: what would be exciting news for you, then?"

Samantha's gaze slid up to his, a smirk on her features as she watched him. "You know, I always thought they made those up for cartoons." She motioned with her hand to the duffle bag. "And I always thought they would be bigger than that in real life." Samantha looked out across the waves. "I'm here to see you, of course. Although I thought I would visit you on the Ark, though that seems to be... missing. What happened here, exactly?"