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

I can tear down angels from the sky and make Mona Lisa cry;

Posted on March 20, 2022 by Risque

Isolt was like a bird that had been gifted wings to fly and yet somehow managed to be wounded and found her way crashing into Risque's window like she could not avoid her orbit. How interesting it was that they all somehow managed to come back. That was all Risque saw when she peered down upon her progeny on bended knee, the woman, despite her best attempts at remain stoic was holding onto whatever threads that kept her together. How many years in the making had it taken for her to end up at her door step? It almost felt a little too late. The vampire queen's interest was a fickle thing even though there were few beings that remained a constant in an otherwise transitory world.

Risque's pale eyes bore down with the judgement of both judge, jury, and executioner, it would be too simple to end her here. To fitting to finish what she had started in a lapse of judgement all those years ago. Yet, there was something that appeased her enough to enjoy watching the woman crawl her way back with nothing but her spoiled opportunities. The youth were always so entitled. Always thought the world owed them something. A cold apathy settled upon the feline queen's features as Isolt began her speech after her own prompting to speak. That desire to seek out vengeance, like a whiff of blood on a rogue breeze. Yet that didn't seem to matter at that very moment.

"A daughter? Impossible." She hissed, each word accented with her mother tongue. She had not seen Isolt's supposed miracle baby with her own eyes to truly believe it.. but oh, she had heard all about it.

"Vampires do not procreate once we have transcended. Especially not with a mate that has long since died. Unless what my little birdie told me was true. Were those witches not already slain?" Surely that was not spread misinformation?

She heard the conviction that began to build within Isolt's once brittle voice, slowly gaining momentum as she regained a semblance of confidence as she pleaded her case. The desire to seek vengeance was an emotion the feline queen had known herself and yet this grief that surrounded the other woman was like a putrid, thick smoke.... Suffocating as it encased her. Risque watched as that grief choke her, hardly understanding it. The few things the she-devil cared about were so selective and even fewer.

How she could see that she was so terribly young. So painfully foolish. It would be far too simple to prey upon. But she could see that burning spark within her, could sense it within Isolt's fury, the only tether that appeared to keep the crimson haired vampire whole. While Isolt believed her words to be profound, perhaps moving in some way, Risque couldn't even feign to care. Leaning against her heavy, sturdy wooded desk, arms splayed on either side of her, offering the girl a blank, fathomless stare. Isolt cried out her desire for vengeance for her suffering. She did not know suffering.

"How do you plan to make them pay, Isolt?" Risque's sharpened gaze remained upon her as she inquired simply, her voice almost soft as velvet and yet waited for her long enough to speak. How Isolt could have been so much more. Why had she allowed those witches to gain power over her? How did she become pregnant? Was the child even hers? Was it even her mate's child? Or was something implanted within her dead womb to resemble the two? How did it even thrive enough to take root when their bodies were very much not intended to carry life? There were far too many holes. Far too many blind spots that have been missed. It left Risque feeling less than impressed. "How can you be so sure that what was placed in your womb was even yours?" Those heartless words fell like razor blades and rose petals from her mouth.

What did she plan to do? To go on a blind mission of vengeance, a witch hunt with an arsenal of one?