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 July 26, 2019 by Raven Cain

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

A habit? Like she would willingly go to an abandoned warehouse and help rescue supernatural creatures from their cages again. Once was enough. Once was far more enough. If anything this should have been a task that the Council should have taken care of. Although what they did was honorable and morally just, their actions could come back to haunt her or those she cared for like her pack and raven-haired witch. Azrael's warning was not necessary. If anything she should be yelling at him and the fact that his Council did absolutely nothing! No one deserved to be captured and forced into servitude or drained of their blood. But she didn't bother with it. Azrael was hot-tempered and she did not need him to scream and accidentally reveal himself. Instead she merely shrugged with an air of indifference, as her blue-grey eyes remained fixed on him, not shying away when he stared at her. She could feel her other half start to growl in the back of her mind, not appreciating his wordless challenge. The moment he looked away Raven could feel her other half start to settle as if nothing happened. Moving away from him she looked down over at the main floor, watching their clients start to settle in, ordering food and drinks while placing their bets. She should stay here to help, but Azrael needed her help. Serafina would want them getting along with one another...and she would be most displeased if Azrael was hurt. It wasn't like Serafina voiced allowed her thoughts of Azrael and how she wanted him to be safe all the time, but they were in a relationship...and he was important to her witch.

Although she didn't trust the Council she did trust him...to a point. Helping him with another Council mission would make Serafina happy. Well, maybe not helping the Council, but helping her mate. Although if he led her onto another mission where she saw innocent creatures locked up or being mistreated, she would yell at him and the Council. Raven had no desire to go through something terrible like that again. Leading him away she brought up back up to the deck. They needed to get off the ship and it wasn't like there was a ladder they could take from the deck and all the way to the docks. Using her telekinesis she easily lifted him up and gently placed him all the way down at the docks. His protests completely ignored, because she thought she was doing him a favor. Once he was on the docks she picked herself up and gently levitated down to meet him. Her head titled to the side once she saw him snap his fingers, seeing him start to levitate upwards. Oh? Since when could he lift himself up on his own? Throwing her hands up in an annoyed manner huffing as she folded her own arms.

"I didn't know, I'm sorry. I don't know all your powers. We don't share anything together."

Well, it's true. It wasn't like the two of them purposefully hung out with one another. As they walked down the docks towards his car she listened quietly as he explained that the other Dark Hunters they would meet would be fine with her presence. It wasn't like Dark Hunters enjoyed being around her kind. As he continued to walk on towards the car she sighed softly and shook her head. Turning her head around she looked over at the ship, silently praying that all would be very well. With a sigh she allowed that familiar sensation shift to take over. Shaking herself she quietly followed after him eventually standing next to his car as he started to dig around his trunk. As he pulled the dog vest out of his trunk, her ears folded back a bit wary of this, did she really have to wear that. As he held it out to her she titled her head to the side, pressing her nose into the thick material to sniff at it, this was going to protect her from bullets...knifes. What in the world was he getting her into?! How was she even going to put it on? Before she could protest she could feel his hands start to press on her form, slipping the vest over her head and then taking each of her front legs to go through the holes. His touch, although gentle, still felt a bit unnerving. When his hands started to slide down her back and side, she could feel the vest start to enwrap her, and get tighter, as he started putting her back legs through the hole. Once he was done she turned her head around to make sure everything seemed okay, the vest provided more weight around her. Walking around in a circle, she tried to get comfortable, finding that it felt unnatural. His assurance that she wouldn't die was answered with a soft growl in protest. Like this vest would truly protect her? As he gestured for her to follow him, she took a few steps forward getting use to how the weight shifted differently with the vest on. As his speed picked up she allowed herself to jog beside him finding her body slowly getting more accustomed to the vest.

"It feels funny, this vest, I've never worn clothes in this form before."

The feeling of the thick vest rubbing against her body was a little bit annoying. It felt a bit tight. Not tight to the point she couldn't breathe, but it made her feel as if she wasn't moving as smoothly as she usually could. Turning around the corner she noticed a motley group of Dark Hunters hanging out in one of the backside streets perpendicular to a row of warehouses. Grey-trimmed ears were pointed forward in interest, blue-grey eyes widened, as her coal black nose started to wiggle catching the various scents. Coming to a stop in front of the group she stood beside Azrael feeling anxious and excited. It was when the taller Dark Hunter stepped forward to greet them did the fur along her back, under her vest, start to rise. As he began to question her presence her ears began to fold back backwards in annoyance. At least Azrael was willing to defend her...abilities. It was when he titled his head to look at her did Raven gently press her voice into their heads, allowing him to witness her ability to comprehend, her tone polite with a humor note.

"I'm travel sized for your convenience, and this was the only vest that would fit me. Do you have any other questions, because I'd like to ask you one...why is it I see something about you and ducks?"

Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she looked at Rowen directly in his eyes, challenging him almost in a way for a rebuttal. It wasn't a power she used frequently, but she was looking for his weaknesses. Best way to put someone like him in their place was sharing with his peers something he was embarrassed about. Being afraid of ducks would not be something he'd be willing to share with everyone around him. When the man broke eye contact with her she titled her head up to listen to Azrael, looking over at the warehouses he wanted them in. So, that's why he wanted her. He wanted her nose to sniff out weapons. Leaning over she pressed her shoulder into his leg, a silent sign that she was ready to move out when he was.

Raven Cain.
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