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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

virtue has a veil, vice a mask

Posted on February 17, 2019 by Raven Cain
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Based upon her harsh treatment the young woman was always super attentive to her surroundings. At a young age she learned how to pick up subtle queues. She knew if someone was happy or not. If they were going to attack her or not. There was nothing else for her to do when she was in that cage. All she could do was watch, and she did, but she learned a few tricks while doing it. Raven was capable of noting anything out of place, but more importantly she was able to know how a person felt before they said anything. Although right now she wasn't aware of anyone or anything in this moment. She was trapped deep within her thoughts and her own anger, an emotion she hardly desired to feel and for good reason. Anger and rage belonged to her other half, that other thrived on such emotions. Packing back and forth along the deck of the ship she continued to mutter to herself having a full on argument with no one, but herself. While her eyes were focused on the ground she didn't notice the shadow of a hand and arm, as it moved to grab her attention. The young woman continued to pace only being stopped when she bumped into Mira. Taking a step back she shook her head mumbling an apology Blue-grey eyes looked straight into that familiar golden gaze, just staring at her for a moment. With a defeated sigh she shook her head unhappily.

"No, I'm not okay. Tetradore and Tobias are fine they're out doing whatever it is they are doing. This has nothing to do with the pack, everyone's okay."

That night when Azrael brought her back to the Ark she spoke nothing about the events that occurred to her mate. All she wanted to do was curl up in his arms and lay her head on his chest, and listen to his heart beat. Raven didn't want to think about those broken souls trapped within those cages and being sold to some horrific creature. To know their kind was seen as livestock was unbelievable. Just because they were part animal didn't mean they deserved to be treated in such a way. Seeing those creatures trapped within their cage she could recall their eyes filled with no life. When that chained collar was placed around her neck it was the final straw for her sanity, she could no longer function. All that terror she felt at a young age came haunting back. Raven had to remind herself that she was okay. That she would never experience that terror ever again. Lying in bed, awake in the darkness, she nestled closer to her mate as his arms wrapped around her protectively. But after that night she couldn't help, but think about those poor souls. Raven hoped, with Azraels' help, that they could persuade the Council to act. The lupine knew she should have known better. The Dark Hunters cared for themselves and no one else. They didn't believe in correcting a terrible wrong. With a helpless shrug Raven turned away from Mira, shaking her head.

"Mira, I know life isn't fair. I know this, and yet...I'm upset."

Turning sharply around to look over at Mira she took a deep breath and started to speak quickly.

"A Dark Hunter and I left town together on a mission. We discovered this fortress in the middle of nowhere with hundreds of cars. We went in to discover a horrific sight. These...vampires...locked up numerous Weres, witches and warlocks, humans in mangy cages and they auction them off. They are bought for different reasons. Some want them as slaves, others want them for their services, I am sure a sex ring because these creatures are vile. However, these bar owners they buy them for blood to serve. We couldn't save any of them Mira."

Blue-grey eyes held a defeated look in them as she shook her head and turned away from Mira. Raven could feel that anger start to boil up. Oh, how she hated the Council. They were useless, utterly useless. With a low growl Raven began to pace once more. Lifting her head she looked over the deck to see some crates sitting on the deck. Those crates didn't belong to her pack. Which meant they could be utilized for something else. Lifting her arms up those heavy crates began to levitate, violently she shoved her arms forward and those crates slammed forcefully across the street into the side of a bricked warehouse. Turning to face Mira she folded her arms and spoke with an exasperated tone.

"We took this evidence to the Council and they won't put a stop to it. There reasons were...they weren't good enough reasons. Because the building isn't within any of the city boundaries, or any other city neighboring us, they are in no-man's land. Which means they can do whatever they want, even though most likely those are our citizens locked in those cages, and our citizens buying them."

Hearing the sound of people shouting she turned around to see various workers on the dock run towards those busted crates. They hollered at one another asking what had happened. There was a part of Raven that felt guilty, because it was her fault that the crates were broken. However, there was another side of her that felt no guilt in her actions at all. Tense shoulders suddenly slacked as a heavy sigh was released. Speaking softly she closed her eyes and hung her head, feeling exhausted after explaining everything to Mira.

"I may not have been bought and sold myself, but I know what it is like to live without any hope. It's not fair Mira."

Raven Cain.
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