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.

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 June 22, 2019 by Raven Cain
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

"Tobias that tickles!"

The young woman giggled softly as she felt her mates' lips brush against the back of her neck in a slow, and gentle manner, a gesture others might think he was incapable of. He was always gentle with her. When he touched her for the first time, to trace his fingers over her jagged scars, he was very gentle. His kisses were never sloppy, they were always tender, the boy melting away and turning into a man in that way. Her eyes closed, half-way, feeling how his lips easily trailed down her neck while his arms slid around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. The she-wolf enjoyed these more intimate moments with her husband. They were not rare, but they were not very frequent either. Leaning her neck back she sighed in content as his kisses travelled down farther. She didn't want to end this, but she had to. Tobias loved her, just as she loved him, and she knew his kisses and tight hold on her was out of love, but it was also out of his necessity. The leopard was attempting to apologize to his wife for his actions. Earlier that afternoon he dragged her out of the comfort of her little library in the Ark to go out and play one of his silly little games. A game that included the art of slinging mud and playing in that wet dirt. Although it was fun it was time for the two of them to get clean and that meant taking a shower.

He would not win though, because she knew he was right. Raven began to undress him, nodding to him to do the same to her, preparing them for that shower. When she turned on the shower she noticed him flinching, seeing him get upset, his eyes darkened. Pulling back the door she gestured for him to come, speaking ever so softly, encouraging the man to come. And when words didn't work she stepped into the warm water allowing her hands to run over her own frame, enticing him as best she could. Thankfully that didn't take long for him to step, hesitantly, into the shower. That intimate moment they had before resumed easily, as they cleaned one another. It had taken much effort to get her husband accustomed to taking a shower like this. If he couldn't shower by himself then he would have to take a shower with her. She doubted they would ever be able to get him to shower every day, but at least she could get him to take one every other day with her. As soon as they were cleaned off she permitted him to leave the shower. After they dried themselves off she easily slid onto their bed, content to find herself within his warm embrace.

Sighing softly in content she listened to him mutter and talk under his breath, her head resting on his chest. She was about to fall asleep until she heard her mates' phone go off. Using her telekinesis Tobias levitated his phone to himself, and after reading whatever message he was given, he pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek before explaining that Tetradore needed him. Leaving her in their bed alone he ran over to the dresser, pulling on a clean pair of jeans and t-shirt he said he would come back to her later tonight, and out the door he went. Shaking her head she rolled over in her bed ready to take a nap until she heard her phone chirp. Confused she levitated her own phone to see that she had a voicemail. Hitting play her eyes widened when she heard the voice. Quickly dialing him back she was baffled as to why on earth he would be on their ship! Dark Hunters truly weren't welcomed in their home let alone their business. Rolling out of bed she quickly found some clothes and put them on and then left her room, shutting the door behind her. Sniffing the air she caught his scent moving in his direction, finding him standing behind some crates near a door. Tilting her head to the side she folded her arms, a bit wary with him being here. His need for her to work with him tonight was an odd request. The first time was when he brought her to that god forsaken warehouse, what sort of hell did he wish to take her this time?

"What are you needing from me tonight? We're not going back to that warehouse are we? I heard it was damaged."

Raven Cain.
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