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 (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

Troy Marks

say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress

Posted on December 07, 2020 by Samantha Cassidy
Samantha Cassidy
Maybe this princess could save herself.

That sounds like a pretty good story too.

It had taken some time to get everything sorted out. With a child on the way, Samantha knew that her days of aimless roaming - at least for the foreseeable future - were behind her. It was time to settle down once more and find a place. And under normal circumstances, the girl might have asked Kit to go away with her, or at least to find another city to call their own. But with Kit attempting to find Troy, and Samantha having that knowledge that Troy was within this city, it felt too cruel to ask Kit to leave the only family he had. After all, would Samantha have done the same if she had people she cared about here? Samantha would have stayed with her family too. So, Samantha had given up the travel and the aimlessness for the time being and had agreed to make a life for herself here in Sacrosanct - a permanent one this time.

It no longer felt appropriate to utilize the apartment that Aiden had once paid for for her - the one that she so frequently utilized whenever she was in and out of the city. But somehow, living in the apartment that your ex-boyfriend purchased for you when you were pregnant with someone else's child and moving in with them... it seemed wrong. So, Samantha had dragged Kit from apartment showing to apartment showing, finally settling on an apartment in the Western district - truly only a block or so away from the apartment she'd called home before. Something about the Western district called to the woman. It was home. The new apartment had the same exposed brick and giant windows that she'd adored in her old place. Now just came the rather unfortunate task of moving.

Fortunately, by some miracle, it seemed as though Kit really did like her, because he'd been fully willing to do all the hard work for her. So Samantha had allowed him to kick her out of the apartment for the afternoon, and she had left under the pretense of needing to find some more clothing for herself - after all, traveling so much meant that she didn't have that large of a wardrobe these days. In reality, the woman had little desire to shop today. Instead, she wanted to repay Kit for everything he was doing for her - after all, it wasn't as though she had money to pay for a nice apartment like this right now - by bringing him the peace he'd been looking for for centuries. Truly, Samantha had no idea where to find Troy within the metropolis. Her last interaction with him had been a random run in, and she had just had to hope that he hadn't changed his number in the time since their last run in. When she'd texted him the night before, she had been more than relieved when he had replied, and even happier when he agreed to meet her.

Samantha stood within a small shopping area in the Western district, glancing at her phone as she waited for her companion to arrive. Absentmindedly, Samantha let her hand drift over her growing baby bump, smiling gently to herself. Now that things had settled down with Kit, she was finding that she was thrilled about the growing child inside her. Samantha could so readily feel the child, both in movements and the emotions that the empath could pick up on. She supposed that would be the first thing to tackle when she met up with Troy, because she could no longer hide the growing bump. But god, how would she explain that the child in her stomach was going to be his niece or nephew? Samantha paused, moving to sit on a nearby bench. All she could do now was wait, and hope that everything ended well today.