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 May 04, 2019 by Raven Cain
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

"Don't want to give the Council a whiff when they find out."

There was a soft firm tone in her voice as she easily defended her actions, without even giving Mira another look. Driving through the city, in a normal manner, was a good idea in her mind. If they didn't get caught doing something out of the norm then no one would expect them if anything. The lupine was being overly cautious, maybe a wee bit paranoid, but she was sure that her restrained actions would serve them well in the long run. They would get to the place eventually, it wasn't like it was going anywhere. It was that next comment in regards to her having a little wild side that made her go quiet for a moment. Seeing the light up ahead turn red she gently brought the car to an easy stop. With a deadpan voice she replied to that baiting comment.

"Tobias gets to see that, and he isn't willing to share, but I could be..."

A coy smile appeared as she, turned her head slightly, giving the other lupine a wink. Turning her head forward again, the light turned green, and she easily pulled the car forward. Raven was capable of being funny, sometimes. A part of her knew this was foolish. She knew it was wrong of the two of them to do this, but someone had to do something. The Council didn't have the guts to do it, their pockets probably full of money from this despicable act. If she would have voiced her concerns to Tobias or Tetradore they would have probably told her not to worry about those trapped souls. They were not there's and therefore they were not their concern. Oh, but that wasn't the point! It was wrong. It was a wrong that needed to be corrected. They would have probably told her not to go out and do something about it. Leave it alone. She had never experienced her mate telling her she couldn't do something before, but if there was ever a first time this would probably be it. Thankfully Mira was willing to join her on this noble, foolish quest. As long as their actions didn't come back from the pack then everything would be well.

It would take a while for them to get close to their location, but eventually they would get there. Even though it was pitch black that night Azrael had driven her there she knew once they passed one of the speed signs cut in half, they were nearing that terrible drop. Moving her arm across Mira protectively, to keep her from slamming into the dashboard, she held her breath and forced her body back into her own chair as the car suddenly titled at a sharp angle as they sped down that extremely steep incline. Landing the car on the flat land, she moved her arm away from Mira, she brought the car over towards the fortified building, the hair on the back of her neck rising as she instantly felt uncomfortable. Warily eyeing the place she looked around and didn't see anyone wandering about which was good, but still, there had to be others around here. Parking the car she sat back in her chair and sighed. Raven had no idea how many were in there. What if they were all sold off? What if there was a new shipment. She didn't know. Softly she whispered to the other girl.

"There was a lot of them Mira...they were down in the basement. Those cages went so far back."

Looking over at the other wolf she inquired about her powers. It was personal, she knew, and yet it was important for her to know. They were pack, but that didn't mean Mira trusted her entirely. She was still the newest member. The interesting thing about their small little family was that they didn't ask questions. No one inquired the other about their history. It wasn't that they didn't care and didn't think it was important, but it simply wasn't something they just asked about. They spoke what they wanted the other to know and that was that. Listening to the wolf she would nod her head some, her mind racing to see what sort of thing they could do with Mira's abilities. Blue-grey eyes went back to the warehouse as she replied coolly with her own abilities.

"I can make myself as large as an elephant and as small as a mouse. I can look at someone and see their weakness. I can create armor around myself and others with shadows."

Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she noticed one person walking towards the door to the warehouse, opening it, but not closing it. It didn't look like he noticed them. She would reply again to Mira, but this time Mira would hear her words in her head.

"You already know about my telekinesis and now my telepathy, I can speak to others in human or wolf form. My feralness is a weakness, but I suppose it could be a strength too."

Unclicking her seatbelt she slipped the key fab into her pocket. Opening the door she stepped out and then easily allowed that familiar shift to overcome her. Keeping her eye on the open door her tail swayed side to side as her dial lifted upwards to catch various scents. The stench of vampire was quite heavy, but there was no way they would be up and about now, not with the sun out. There was the scent of Dark Hunters though. With a snort she shook her head, displeased. Slowly she started walking towards the door, and when she got close she quickly turned her head inside looking around. It was empty she didn't see anyone walking about, but she did see the doors that led towards the ramp down to the cages were open though. That was a good thing. Slowly she began to pull some of the shadows around her figure and then Mira's, allowing them to rotate around them. Mira would see the place had small tables with tall chairs spaced about, the person Raven saw was walking past the open doors that led to the ramp, heading over towards the other side of the warehouse she wasn't familiar with.

"That door over there leads to the cages. If we enter here to the right are stairs there is a luxury area, kinda like a bar, where the higher ups hang out. Do you think we should try to find the people here on this floor and take them out then investigate downstairs? I don't want to waltz downstairs and get trapped, you know. Oh, and no using our real names. We don't know what powers they have either. So, you ready Spitfire?"

Raven Cain.
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