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

red lips and rosy cheeks

Posted on December 10, 2020 by Samantha Cassidy
Samantha Cassidy
Maybe this princess could save herself.

That sounds like a pretty good story too.

Samantha hadn't quite been aware of when exactly the changes had occurred to her, but they had. After her initial freakout regarding her own pregnancy, Samantha had slowly started to warm up to the idea of the child that she would share with Kit. Slowly, her demeanor had changed from flighty and reckless to... motherly. She was no longer spontaneous, no longer running from place to place or from thing to thing. Now, she had chosen to settle down and make a permanent home for herself, even if she hadn't been fully prepared to call it Sacrosanct.

It was that demeanor that she wore now as the other fae placed himself on the bench beside her. Samantha made no effort to hide her stomach, instead she lovingly stroked her fingers across her skin, enjoying the way that she felt her own child respond by kicking at her hand. Ah, so the little thing would be ticklish. She felt the happiness radiating from her unborn child, and felt nothing but joy herself at the fact that her child was thriving. She had known this might not be easy, even prepared that the child may not live. After all, fae children certainly had a fight to make it even to birth.

Her posture was nothing short of confident as she looked at her companion, that chuckle leaving her lips as she assured him that she was in no trouble whatsoever. She might have thought she could be the things that he worried about when she first found out her condition, and yet Kit had proven to be anything but. Kit was already proving to be a doting father, a wonderful partner, and something... something else. She hadn't used the 'love' word with him yet, even though that feeling and attraction was certainly there. She had reserved those three words for only one person before, and she wanted to be sure she absolutely meant it before she let them slip from her lips once more. But they were coming, and she wasn't sure how long she would be able to resist her urge to tell him everything she felt.

"Stop that," Samantha said with a laugh at Troy's face when she mentioned that she'd found someone. "I know it's obvious, but it's worth saying." Her tone was stern, and yet entirely teasing at the same time. He wouldn't be her Troy if he didn't tease her mercilessly, now would he? There was no easy way to say what she needed to say next, even if she tried to figure out a less... direct way to say it. Her mention that it was someone he knew saw his brows furrow. She could feel his confusion, just as she could see him trying to consider the people he knew that she might also know. "It's not Dorian, if that's what you're thinking. He's like a brother," She teased lightly, though the choice of words might not have been the best. Her currently partner was 'like a brother', just not to Sam.

Samantha drew his hand to her stomach, smiling at the way he lit up at being able to feel her stirring child. "All they do is kick," Samantha said, momentarily diverting the conversation. "I'm positive it's a girl, though we don't know for sure. I'm going to have a dancer, I think." It had been something she hadn't shared with Kit yet, those feelings that they were going to have a daughter. It was too early to tell for sure, and still, Samantha was reluctant to go to a mundane doctor. After all, Samantha was dead. What could they possibly know about fae pregnancy? And she may not have mentioned it to Kit yet, but she knew he would be thrilled any way, as long as the baby was healthy. And yet Samantha couldn't help calling the baby she and her.

"She... well, they, I suppose, is extremely healthy," She said before continuing her previous line of thought, informing him that the child was his niece or nephew. She knew that would get a reaction from him, and she didn't react to his words. She knew Troy well enough to know that his mouth was moving before he'd had a real chance to think about what she had seen. She watched the realization come to him at the same time that Samantha nodded, confirming the person that he so suspected.

Samantha had not known the name of Troy's brother, though she had known that he had one. And she had not known Kit's brother's name, only that he was looking. But now that she knew the truth of who they were to each other, it was impossible not to see the resemblance between the two of them. They may not have looked identical, but the way they carried each other was similar, the way their eyes lit up... their smiles. God, now that she knew there was no way to not see it in each other. The thought made her smile, though that smile faded as the realization settled upon Troy. Samantha sat patiently as Troy took in the news. She didn't hold onto him as he pulled back or try to correct the scowl on his features. She could feel the myriad of emotions that washed over the man before they finally seemed to settle on hurt, sadness, betrayal. Samantha didn't move a muscle as he spoke, allowing him to fully speak and process this before she reacted at all.

Gently, Samantha reached out and put an hand on his arm. She could feel her empathic powers restlessly underneath her fingertips, aching to smooth out the sadness in the boy. She didn't care utilize her power, instead let him feel exactly what he felt for the time being. She couldn't imagine these feelings. "I knew you had a brother, but you never told me his name," Samantha said patiently before she moved her hand back, stroking her stomach gently. "We met the first time just a few days after the last time I saw you. He told me he was looking for someone, but didn't really specify who. We spent the day together and then I left Sacrosanct. I truly, honestly, did not expect to see him again."

Samantha looked up at him patiently. "But I suppose fate is a weird thing. We ran into each other in California a few months ago. He told me he was following a lead to find his brother. Again, we spent the day together... and well..." She motioned to her stomach. "The night too. But then we parted in the morning and again, I didn't expect to see him. Then I started to feel sick and tired and realized that I was pregnant, so I came here to find him." She tucked a lock of that red hair behind her ear, trying to convey that the story was complicated. "When we were speaking about powers and things the child might have, it came up that I knew a winged fae - the one he was looking for." She gave a small smile.

"It hasn't been long," Samantha promised, reaching over once more to take his hand. "It hasn't been months like you think. That conversation was just a few weeks ago. We've been working to get a place and find somewhere safe for us, and for the baby." She looked up at him. "Oh Troy, I found you as soon as I possibly could. I just want to reunite you and Kit. He's been incredible to me and I lo-" Samantha stopped herself, a blush creeping into her cheeks. The first time she said that word was certainly not going to be to his brother, after all. "Troy, please don't hate me."