West

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
Syn

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 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

Syn

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 March 14, 2019 by Raven Cain
West
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Anger wasn't an emotion she was accustomed to feeling. It wasn't that she was incapable of feeling such a thing. Of course she was capable of being mad or upset, but angry? No, there had to be a valid reason why she was angry. Some people walked around in a sour mood at all times, allowing their anger and hate to consume them. Not Raven though. She was quite an easy-going individual that shyly gave anyone she walked by a small smile. Being angry was an emotion she didn't experience that often, and she did that on purpose. At certain times that particular strong emotion could influence her to do something she would later regret, and sometimes it encouraged that other side of her to come out and handle whatever the reason for her anger. Thinking about those poor souls trapped within those cages, being bought and sold like livestock, made her furious! These vile, disgusting vampires and Dark Hunters deserved to be punished. And it was unfortunate that the Council was incapable of doing their job and hide behind unnecessary red tape.


Explaining to Mira all she felt and why she felt that way seemed sort of therapeutic. It felt good to share this with someone else, but she felt some guilt start to grow. Although she didn't experience what it was like to be bought and sold she knew what it was like to be locked up, and mistreated terribly. What unspeakable horror those individuals went through, such a terrible thing. Though it would seem that sharing with Mira her thoughts and experience might not be doing something good for Mira. Blue-grey eyes noticed Mira's lips pulling back to show her harmless human teeth. Raven didn't mean to share her anger with her, but she did want help in solving this problem. As Mira echoed her thoughts about the Council she nodded in agreement wholeheartedly. The idea that they or their pack, even their other supernatural friends could be caught within one of those traps and be sold was a terrifying thought too.


That Mira had experienced being mistreated was surprising. It wasn't like the two shared their story and what they went through growing up. It wasn't that hard for anyone to see that Raven went through something terrible, those scars that crisscrossed all over her body was full evidence of that. But Mira? Whatever she went through must have been equally as terrible if she had gone through something that left her hopeless too. The sound of the humans gathering over those crates she had slammed into the wall briefly caught her attention. It seemed pitiful in a way. These humans simply had no idea that they could possibly be snatched and stuffed into a cage. She hoped none of them would experience that fate. Her eyes widened with shock as the wooden pallets she had thrown burst into glowing embers. She didn't make that. Confused she turned around to see Mira standing there, fuming. While the men began to freak out about the fire she turned away moving back into that steady pace again. Although she agreed with Mira's belief that they could do something she wasn't quite sure what that could be. Eyebrows furrowed as she lifted her head looking at Mira mumbling softly.


If I could...If we could..."


Her hand would pull through her golden-brown curls as she shook her head returning back to her pacing. For a few more minutes she would continue her pacing thinking things through. What could work and what couldn't work. She would look over at the burning crates and then look away and then look again. Raven would stop her pacing and look straight at Mira. A stern look was on her face as she spoke firmly.


"We might not be able to punish every last one of them, but we could stop them even if it is temporarily. Come on."


It wasn't like her to be the type of person that gave another an order. When she spoke to the Staff at the Ark she was always polite, asking them to do something in a friendly manner, rather than demanding they do something. By asking for them to do something she was giving them permission to follow or not, and by doing this trick they always seemed willing to do what she asked. Giving them that illusion of choice was ideal to her. Knowing Mira was equally upset as she was, Raven knew she would follow her. Leaving the deck of the Ark she opened the door that led them back into the ship and led her down towards the garage where the cars were kept. Grabbing her key off the hook she walked past the luxurious cars Tetradore owned. In the corner sat her simple little dark blue sedan. Placing her hand on the handle of her car it beeped twice and Raven gently opened the car, but before she got in she turned around to face Mira.


"I know I'm Tobias' mate and he is the Beta. Just because I'm his mate doesn't make me a Beta, I'm just a pack member like you...I'm not pulling rank. I'm asking you, do you want to do this with me? Whatever we do, we have to swear that our actions won't befall the pack. They can't suffer for what we do."


Her eyes locked straight onto Mira's. She needed to know that the other she-wolf was willing to go and do this with her. She didn't want Mira to feel like she was being pressured or told to do this. Raven would never forgive herself if something happened to Mira, especially if she didn't have an interest to join her in this task.


Raven Cain.
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