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 July 28, 2019 by Raven Cain
West

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

When it came to Serafina making potions the she-wolf was well aware what she was supposed to do during those times which was to be quiet and don't touch anything. Every now and then her raven-haired witch would converse with her, or ask her to help hand her ingredients, but she noticed how quite focused her witch was. Whatever the reason for this particular potion it must be important. Her comment about trouble finding Sera was meant to make her laugh, or at least pull her leg a little bit. Coming into her store she could feel the tension in the air, and she was trying to bring a little bit of levity to whatever situation was at hand. The sound of some muffled noises and banging coming from the closet caught her attention. Walking over to it she could hear the sounds getting louder. Just what in the world was in there? Not another animal hopefully. Raven wouldn't admit it to Serafina, but she was a tad bit hurt, maybe a little bit jealous that her witch had that new pet cat. Not that Raven considered herself as a pet, but she was supposed to be her companion...although she had been a bit absent lately. Things would have been eons better if Serafina lived down the street, or better yet within the Ark! Then all would be well. She would be with her pack and Serafina would be at her side, and the lupine would be at peace, because everything was in its rightful place.

Standing in front of the closet she stared at the door, her mind racing as to what exactly it could be. It wasn't every day Serafina had something alive and held against their will. Although really she was expecting something like this from her mate and Alpha. They would be the ones holding someone hostage. As her witch began to explain just what she had in there, the lupine whirled around shocked. He was spying on her and taking photos of her? What creep did something like this?! Blue-grey eyes looked Serafina up and down, did he harm her, did she not notice? She could hear the man's thumping noise get louder. Growling softly she threw a glare at the door and then looked back at her witch, waiting for her to answer. She was impressed with her charge for capturing this vile cretin, but it could have gone so terribly wrong. She could have gotten hurt or she could have gotten captured again. Folding her arms in front of her she breathed inwardly and exhaled softy. The way she would respond had to be done carefully. She didn't want to yell at Serafina for her foolishness, but she didn't want to upset the woman either.

"Sera, I'm happy and very proud that you caught him, but you could have called me. You could have gotten hurt, I wouldn't have been pleased to see you hurt."

It was very faint, but the she-wolf let out a very soft whine. That pounding on the other end of the door caught her attention again and she couldn't help, but growl and curl her own hands in a fist and pound the door harshly. With a low growl she uttered her own threat, one that she would happily follow through if given the chance. It was the sound of her name being said that made her stop and step away from the door. Obediently she returned to her witch's side, eyeing the potion for a moment as her shoulder brushed against her own, a subtle affectionate gesture. There was only one way to deal with someone like him. Death seemed like a very harsh punishment, but he had to pay for what he had done, and sitting in a jail didn't seem good enough to her. Nodding in agreement, she looked over at the potion and then back at the door. How easy it would be to ask questions and simply just finish him off! With a defeated sigh she shook her head pulling some of her golden-brown curls behind her ears.

"We can find out all these things. Why he was doing this in the first place, because if he is trying to blackmail Azrael, we would need to protect him too. And if he does have friends that are expecting him, we're going to need to hunt them down too."

Growling softly she walked away from Sera for a moment, pacing. This was annoying and she didn't like it, not one bit. With the potion done and now ready she stared at it. Serafina was very good with her potions and she did not doubt her skill, not one bit. Moving over towards the closet she let loose a threatening snarl. Starting at the floor she lifted her hand and used her fingers to tug at the shadows and gesturing them to slide underneath the door to slip into the closet, using her shadows as a protection of sorts for the two of them. Who knew what power he had? He wasn't going to harm his witch, not on her watch.

"Well, let's get to it Sera. I promise I won't hurt him...unless you tell me I can."


Raven Cain.
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