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.

Bartender Raylin Chike

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
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

Until the light that bound us let go and the devil took my hand.

Posted on January 08, 2022 by morgan


The dark haired fae was aware of her, not that she had been cautious in her approach. It was not her intention to sneak upon him and give him a fright. He would have known if she had, much too late. Besides his cloying smoke and his blue eyes, the most notable thing was his voice that held a potent English accent. He spoke with caution to not give himself away, quick to deny her access to his eyes, the denial caused her to incline her head. She didn't even say anything about claiming them. Did she scare him? Already? His rejection only drew a smile to her lips, a practiced smile that kept her lips perfectly sealed like there was so much she knew and he didn't.

He drew his cigarette to his lips once more, inhaling deeply as if he liked the feeling of that putrid smoke burning his lungs before puffing it out into rings that caught her eye. However, it was mention that they could find trouble for them both. Hmm. He didn't even know her brand of trouble. Just as she was about to open her lips to speak, he spoke again, this time, his cigarette dangled between his lips, bobbing distractingly as he spoke.

He claimed to know what human's form of trouble were and claimed his form was different. How she didn't believe him. Liar, liar pants of fire. She said nothing of it as he mentioned that his version was merely waiting around a bar to see who would approach. Oh how she wanted to burst out laughing! He was funny. Wasn't that boring? To wait? Wasn't it better to act instead? Perhaps being an immortal gave them time to spare. "What you are describing to me sounds a lot like bait." A fae that waited around to be approached? He had to be. Was he fishing for danger? Was that his true form of fun? There was nothing more dangerous than to throw yourself as bait into an area ripe with hungry fish. "And bait's purpose is wait around until they are bitten." She added both casual and pleasantly.

It was with another pull that he finished that current cigarette, tossing it to the ground before he lit up another. Was that his form of protection? An attempt to block the predator vampires of his smell? Because he didn't seem to savour the flavour, did he even like it?

The dark haired fae then claimed he wished to follow her around to see what she did in a night. Like a puppy? No one had ever offered to be her puppy before. Her lips began to tug and quirk up at the corners, the first sign of a true smile. He claimed she was mysterious like his master? No girl wanted to be compared to another girl, no matter the context. He didn't smell of other vampires, nor held their mark. Yet if he was owned, where was she? Why did he wish to follow her around if he served some other being?

"I will let you have a little looksie. If you can keep up." What would she show him? She wondered. Anything of note? Not that he would know anyways. They were truly strangers to one another.

"But I will borrow your eyes for a while regardless of your consent. Besides you gave me permission." After all, he wanted to a glimpse of what she would do, did he not? He didn't entirely agree, but he wasn't so keen on context, so she got a little creative in her understanding of doing what she wished to do. The vampire locked eyes with him, as if studying the fae for a moment, curious if she might sense fear before her affinity began to take hold. It was easy to take on those other attributes, to become someone else or a mash up of all the things she liked. Those electric blue eyes were replaced in an instant, into a perfect replica of his own, but within her doll-like porcelain face. She wondered if he was astute enough to notice.

Just as she was about to pivot and lead them someplace other than where they stood, he snared her attention with the mention of introductions. So very formal. So very few people were formal like that. Although he puffed out another cloud of smoke that caused her to wrinkle her nose. Was that truly necessary? Cigar smoke smelled better than this. He offered his hand that she eyed. Did he wish to shake like some kind of business transaction? Or would he kiss it like the lady she was? Certainly he would not try to do so with a cigarette in his mouth. That would be a first.

"So charming! Well, Braxy.. You can call me Mor." She politely offered her dainty hand, dainty like the rest of her. A lyrical giggle left her lips as if found something funny, tempted to pluck the cigarette from his lips. He was getting very gluttonous. Can't let your puppy have too many treats and yet who was there to stop him?

"Follow me, Braxy. While we walk, you can smoke more and tell me all about your master, this person who owns you. This time... with a little more context."