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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

virtue has a veil, vice a mask

Posted on April 21, 2019 by Raven Cain
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

She would be lying if she didn't admit to herself that she enjoyed being far away from the city of Sacrosanct. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city brought the two of them a chance to unwind and connect with one another without any distractions. Being far away from their family did seem wrong though. There were times when she felt guilty thinking they had abandoned them. When she felt this way would tug those taut strings that connected her to the misfits she called family, making sure that everything was all right, reminding them that she was around and they weren't forgotten. Before she left for their honeymoon she asked Tetradore to keep an eye on her close friend and ensure that she was safe. Serafina wasn't a member of their pack, but because she was her familiar the she-wolf considered the witch as a part of them. Knowing her witch would be looked after while she was away did allow her the chance to relax with her mate and not worry as much over her friend. But as much as they enjoyed being together, running around on various adventures, they were eager to return home.

Coming home it was easy for the two of them to step back into their respective roles. After being home for a few days Raven had overheard some of their patrons talk about trying to take on herself and her mate. They hadn't been in the fighting ring for a long time and some thought it was, because they lost their touch. If there was a flaw that she shared with her mate it was her inability to keep her pride from controlling her actions. Hearing the crowd chant for the two of them to come into the fighting ring they happily oblige taking on a pair that moved up within the ranks while they were gone. Once the sun bear and Komodo dragon were soundly beaten the two of them headed up the stairs to sit and watch the rest of their patrons perform in the ring. Curled up beside her mate, she allowed him to lick the claw marks the sun bear had dug into her back, as she looked down at the ring to see the next set of Weres fight. Her inability to heal like normal Weres was something they continued to hide from the crowd. Thankfully the potion Jackal gave her was already working on trying to heal that wound.

Her right ear twitched as she lifted her head from her paws for a moment, hearing that familiar buzzing sound. It was the feeling of a very rough tongue not trailing down her back made her look behind her to see her mate had stopped his cleaning and instead focused on her phone, she had left on his throne, the source for that buzzing sound. Hearing his teeth press on the phone caused the lupine to growl low, an audible warning that he should stop doing what he was doing. Sheepishly he ended up setting her phone down on the ground and yowled in protest. Ignoring him she got up and headed for her phone looking down as the screen lit up revealing that text from her raven-haired witch. Feeling for that string that tied her to the witch she pulled on it gently, alerting the woman that she was coming. Snatching her phone up with her teeth she walked over to her spotted companion, giving him a gentle nuzzle, promising she would return later that night. Turning around she headed down the stairs and promptly out of the Ark, heading towards that familiar warehouse.

Eventually she would make it to her shop. Setting the phone down on the cement she took a few steps back and shifted back to her human form. Picking the phone number and slipping it into the back of her jean pocket, she tugged into her other pocket to find that familiar worn-leather wallet. Plucking the familiar key from where she should have placed a credit card, she inserted the key and unlocked the store door, and promptly locked it back in place when she entered the building. Lifting her head upwards she took a sniff of the air noticing how thick it was with tension. Frowning some she headed deeper into the building, tucking the key and wallet back in its original place. Finding a familiar feminine shadow over by the counter she easily made her way over. Pulling some of her golden-brown curls a small simper appeared as she jokingly called out to the woman.

"Trouble seems to like you Sera, what happened this time."

Raven Cain.
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