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

forever is the sweetest con

Posted on March 05, 2021 by SAMANTHA CASSIDY


so why'd you have to rain on my parade?


I'm shaking my head. I'm locking the gates.

The instant the pregnant young woman stepped into the arms of her boyfriend, she could feel the relief settle over her like a warm blanket. That anxiety drifted out of her shoulders, her daughter settled within her, and the girl let out an audible, pleased sigh. In that moment, she focused very little on the brothers and the way that Kit might have been worried about Troy's safety around his fiancé. After all, Samantha knew very well that Troy was capable, and doubted that he would have put himself in harms way, even for love. But that relief was quickly snatched from her the moment that the boys started to discuss Troy's need to investigate the last known location that Kit had been held. Her body tensed at that command that neither of them would go back to that dreadful place, especially not her Kit. The idea of something happening to him... God, she didn't know if she could bear it.

"I didn't know that," Samantha said, turning slightly within Kit's arms so her back was against his chest, his arms wrapped around her from behind. At least now she could look at his troublesome brother full on. "Any of it. And it's different to work for the Council and take care of assigned cases, Troy. Going out and looking for trouble is a completely different story." Though her words were serious, she couldn't help the small smile that crept its way onto her features. "But, I do know you, Troy, and I know that looking for trouble is perhaps one of your favorite activities. I seem to remember being terrified when you took me flying." Sure, that night had ended up being a favorite memory for the young fae, and yet she couldn't deny that at the time, she had been scared to be seen, or worse, scared he'd drop her to her death.

That small pet name that was bestowed upon her made her swoon, that desire to push Troy right out the door nearly overwhelming. There might have been a time when this scared her, that this all seemed too fast, and yet right now all she could do was smile. Later, she promised herself. Later, she would return those words to him. Instead, Samantha was happy to switch the topic to that of food. At the very least, she could feed the boys around her, no? That insistence that she was more than willing to cook for them quickly being replaced by a desire for the Chinese food that she craved so desperately. "I wasn't addicted," Samantha protested with a laugh as they all settled once more on the couch, Samantha happily close to Kit as they chatted. "I worked, and I certainly didn't trust Dorian with using a stove when he was still struggling to figure out water pressure." She smiled gently, those fond memories of times long past filling her with joy in a way that they hadn't at the time. She'd thought she'd had happiness then, and it seemed so different than what she had now. Still, there would always be a part of her that longed for that time spent with Dorian then. It was different now, she was sure. She was growing a child and he was running an entire country.

Samantha quickly slipped her phone to Troy, wasting no time in turning her full attention to Kit. That mention of something she needed to tell him broken by his nose brushing against hers, a girlish giggle escaping her lips as she smiled brightly. How she wanted to get lost in kissing him, and yet instead she plunged on, informing him of the news of their child... their daughter. The joy that escaped him was visible to the empath, and nearly intoxicating. For a moment, Samantha paused to take in that feeling, relishing in just how happy he was to be near her. How long had she longed for this very thing? "I'm almost positive. I... I feel her. It's like breathing." Samantha took his hand, lightly placing it on her stomach, unsure if he'd be able to feel that slight movement that stirred within her.

At the mention of a name, Samantha glanced up. "I haven't picked out anything, not really. I like Sadie. And Brinley... And Ariella, maybe? I..." Samantha gave a sheepish shrug. "I never thought I'd have kids, not really. But I'd love to have a name to call her."

this is why we can't have nice things


Samantha Cassidy