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

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Posted on December 09, 2020 by Samantha Cassidy
Samantha Cassidy
Maybe this princess could save herself.

That sounds like a pretty good story too.

Perhaps they should have considered discussing a specific place to meet. It was what Samantha was considering as she sat on the bench watching the people mill around the busy plaza. She hadn't expected it to be this populated, and yet her previous roamings of the Western district had tended to be during the evenings. What a change it was from the last time she had really lived in Sacrosanct. She had been so unsure of her abilities then, so weakened by the onslaught of emotions from others. Now, Samantha was able to sit within public spaces and listen to the hum of others' emotions without the unsettled feeling or headaches that used to plague her. The mood today was merry, people buzzing around with their shopping bags as they prepared for the upcoming festive season. Samantha had always loved Christmas. Growing up in New York, she had always loved to observe the tourists coming to see the trees and lights. It was no different now, though she had to admit that part of it now was the merry feelings that radiated from the people. She'd spent last Christmas in New York, and it had been utterly intoxicating.

Samantha and Kit hadn't spoken in depth of what their Christmas this year might consist of. She supposed things would be changing quite a bit with the fae child that they were bringing into the world. It was so hard to consider all the ways that their lives were about to change. And yet, she couldn't deny that she was excited. This child, even if it was as unexpected as could possibly be, was already adored by their parents. And she adored the way Kit lit up when they discussed their child. It was an unconventional way to begin a relationship, sure, and yet, she wouldn't have changed a thing if given the opportunity.

The sound of another's voice snapped Samantha out of her thoughts, and she glanced over her shoulder to see the smiling fae that she knew so well. Samantha's face lit up in a smile, her fingers still gently stroking her stomach. She was well aware of the way that his eyes trailed down her body - just as she was expecting - but what she wasn't expecting was the concerned look on his face. She expected the confusion and felt it so readily radiating from him. Oh, this was not going to be easy. How did you tell your friend something like this? Samantha smiled as he joined her on the bench. She shifted slightly to give him plenty of room, easily reaching over to take his hand. She gave it a happy squeeze before she released it, her smile radiating from somewhere within.

"It's good to see you too," She said happily. She watched his eyes as he continued to observe her, watching the way that he seemed to consider every bad thing that could have happened to her. But this wasn't a bad thing. Sure, there had been a small moment in time in which she had thought it to be the worst thing in the world, and yet that moment had certainly passed. Samantha raised her eyes as he sighed, watching his hand trail through his dark hair. His words were so like Troy, so protective and kind. It brought a small chuckle to her lips as she shook her head.

"I'm not in any trouble," Samantha assured him, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Quite the opposite, really. I'm... I'm doing great." She took a deep breath, pushing down the anxiety that came from what she had to tell him. There was really no dainty way to tell him this, no easy way to lead him down the path of what was happening. "So, I... I met someone. Obviously," She motioned to her stomach, and she felt the child within stir, likely reacting to its mother's anxiety. "I... And I've been told that you know this person, but it's been awhile since you've seen each other." Samantha lifted her gaze, reaching again to take Troy's hand as she guided it to her stomach. "And I wanted you to know about this, because this little person in here is technically your niece or nephew." She paused for a moment, her eyes lifting up to his and away from the child in her stomach. "My boyfriend's name is Kit Marks."