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

his hands are in my hair

Posted on December 13, 2020 by Samantha Cassidy
Samantha Cassidy
Maybe this princess could save herself.

That sounds like a pretty good story too.

It was incredibly difficult for the red-headed fae to match up the description that Troy gave her of Kit's disappearance to the kind, caring man that had captured her thoughts as of late. After all, Kit was nothing but kind to her. Full of smiles and promises and oaths. How many nights in a row had they laid together, whispering about what their child might be like? Who they might grow up to be? How many times had Kit asked her to describe what the baby was feeling to her? She couldn't imagine him being so cruel as to simply take off on family. For a brief moment, the anxiety that he might do that to her crossed her mind, and yet even that was a reality that Samantha refused to consider. Whatever had happened between the two brothers had to have a better explanation. And if it didn't, well, it was certainly in the past now, wasn't it?

"I don't know what happened between you and Kit or why he left. But... sometimes," Samantha said quietly, more to herself than to the man next to her. "Sometimes that doesn't mean they're a bad person or that they didn't care." After all, hadn't Samantha left in the same way? Hadn't Samantha been so caught up in her own grief that she had simply... ceased to exist in Sacrosanct? She'd told no one of her departure those years ago. She'd merely packed a bag and some money and left in the middle of the night. She'd been such a ghost of a person back then, anyway. "I left, Troy. In the middle of the night. I didn't tell anyone, I didn't leave a note. I knew it would hurt Dorian. I knew it would hurt you and Nadya and Vhalla. And I still left." Samantha glanced at him, holding his gaze for a moment. "I'm not saying it's not okay to be hurt by what Kit did, but..." She shrugged. "Sometimes people have to be given a chance to make things right."

With that, Samantha pulled Troy to his feet, a sly smile on her features. "When have you ever behaved yourself, Troy Marks?" She teased as she looped her arm in his. The gesture triggered a not-so-long lost memory of Dorian and the lessons in etiquette that had been given to her. This was how a lady should be escorted. She could picture him saying it now, and a ghost of a smile crept onto the Fae Queen's smile at the idea. "If you don't behave, I'll just stand between you. Neither of you would attack me. Though I'm more worried about you and your temper, sir." She said, reaching up with her free hand to gently tap his nose, a laugh spreading on her features. How easy it was to fall back into this routine of them teasing each other. God, how she had missed him.

The happiness that washed over Troy at the mention of his daughter was intoxicating to the empath, and for a moment Samantha merely closed her eyes and felt those emotions swirling around him. Happiness, joy, love, adoration... Exactly what a man should feel for his daughter. She opened her eyes once more as they walked, listening to the way he spoke. "The best kids are spoiled a little bit," Samantha said gently, squeezing his arm. "And she'll have a little cousin soon to play with. I... Will you show me pictures later? And videos, if you have them." She said eagerly, fully prepared to dote on her quasi-niece. After all, she had adored Aiden's niece and nephew, even being their nanny for a brief period of time. "If you ever need a babysitter or anything, I'd be happy to help out."

Samantha brought her thoughts back to his explanation of the situation that had resulted in his daughter. "It looks like we're both having special children," She said with a squeeze of his arm. By now, Samantha was well aware of the rarity of her own pregnancy. But Troy's daughter was a different matter entirely. "You said you think she'll reach maturity and be immortal?" She stated. "Is she..." She paused, trying to decide the best way to ask if the child... fed in the same way her mother would. "Does she take on more fae or vampire tendencies? Is she growing... faster than a typical child might?" She had to admit she was certainly curious about the unique little creature. She flushed, realizing how many questions she was asking. "I... I can see why you keep her hidden. I'm sure it's a concern for people to ask all these questions." She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, giving a nervous smile. "Does she like Paw Patrol or PJ Masks best? Or Blues Clues?" She grinned. "Pink or purple? What kind of toys should I buy her?"

Samantha led the man up the steps to their apartment, pulling the keys out of her bag. "And no, we don't have anything for the baby yet. I told Kit we'd go shopping once we had the apartment in order. I mean.." She rubbed her stomach. "We have months to go. I'm not too worried about that yet. But I'd love some of Tenley's hand me downs, if Amelia would be okay with that." She said gently, unlocking the door and stepping inside with him. "Kit?" Samantha called out, shutting the door once Troy stepped in. "Kit, honey, come here!"