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

so what if the clock says 3am?

Posted on August 14, 2019 by Alekai Evero

they said fight fire with fire but i just got ash

"Maybe you should ask before you go levitating people."

There was a slight grumble to his words all the same. Azrael attempting to keep that bite from within them. She had only been trying to help- he supposed. Sera would be....irritated with him if he upset her precious pet. The hunter making a distinct effort not to yell. He needed Raven after all, or at least, her assistance would make this far easier. If they had to work together they might as well get along right? He could do this. He could be....less irritable. Maybe. Her complaint they hardly shared anything however was met with a dubious look. It had taken him years to feel comfortable enough to share the same space as one of her kind. Sharing any sort of information with her seemed to be an entirely different step and yet, he supposed, he could....work on it. If he had too. A simple, soft grunt was all Raven received in response to that for now. Azrael instead content to turn his attention to that mission at hand and assure his companion those other Hunters would do as they were told. His authority over them significant enough to command they accept his wolf companions presence whether they liked it or not. Azrael moved to turn away from Raven then, affording her that privacy to shift into that canine form as he strode back toward the car to fish out that canine vest from within it. If they were going to get shot at tonight he'd rather see the curly-haired woman protected. At least that way he could assure Sera he had attempted as much. Raven likely to be a significant target for any off those weapons dealers they were attempting to arrest tonight. After all, a large wolf was often far easier to shoot at then a speeding Hunter. The more protection Raven had the less likely she would get herself killed. Azrael not unwilling to admit he would be....displeased at her death.

That very vest was held towards Raven to examine the moment the wolf returned to his side. Azrael hardly affording her any chance to protest its use before moving to slip it over her head. Her two front legs were lifted next, slipped through those holes one at a time before the often irritable blond moved to tighten those middle straps and assure the vest sat snugly and securely upon her figure. In the very least it looked like it fit well. Raven stepped away from him then, turning a circle around as if to make sure she could move within it. Azrael insisting she wouldn't die only to be met with a soft growl. What? Was that disapproval? Did she want to die? Maybe she did. Weres had a habit for being ridiculous. He was certain of it. The woman hardly seemed to offer any further protest all the same, Azrael readily beginning to head to that meeting point then as Raven fell into step beside him, her paws padding along that concrete only for her to insist the vest felt unusual and that she hardly took to wearing clothes in this form.

"You'll get used to it. Like I said, it's for you protection and it's a damn sight better than nothing."

She was already moving better within it. Azrael assured she would forget she was even wearing it by the end of the evening. The pair easily moved to turn that corner then, a group of waiting hunters lifting their heads at the approach of their leader and the curious canine. Several amongst the group eyeing Raven with an obvious curiosity. Rowen, it seemed, the only one amongst them brave enough to outrightly question the wolfs presence as Azrael's own gaze narrowed. The golden-eyed Hunter quick to defend his companion all the same. Rowan shifted forward then to eye Raven more closely, the man distinctly curious even as Azrael insiste Raven was more then capable of understanding as any human did. That sudden press of Raven's voice was unanticipated and yet Azrael had become near used to it, the blond man hardly flinching in the same fashion as Rowen did. The other Hunter appearing startled by that voice before becoming all the more fascinated. At least until some mention of ducks. A scowl hurriedly appearing on his features. Who told you about ducks? Who have you been talking to? Azrael!

"Oh for christs sake Rowen, sit down."

They hardly had time to argue over ducks, he was certain of it. Irritated and wholly suspicious of Raven now, Rowen moved to rejoin the rest of his companions as Azrael spoke once more, informing them of that very plan. He hardly anticipated those thugs to appear until later in the evening and yet there was every chance they had left someone, or something, guarding those weapons. If they truly were weapons. The soft press of Raven's nose agianst his leg readily saw the man glance downward, Azrael affording her that subtle nod before sending those other Hunters to take up their positions around the warehouse in preparation.

"Here, before we go, smell this. This is what we are looking for. Have you smelled gunpowder before?"

Azrael paused to reach into the depths of his pocket then and produce that dusted scrap of cloth thoroughly coated in gunpowder, more than enough to provide Raven with an example of the very scent she was looking for. Some of those weapons they were looking for, at the very least, would have been fired before. They only needed to have been fired once to have that scent. The hands of the beings whom had fired them too- had surely left some scent behind, tainted by that gunpowder in turn. All they needed was to find one weapon. Something, anything that could be used as evidence for some sort of conviction. Azrael paused then, waiting for Raven to give some indication she had memorized that scent before tucking it back into the depths of his pocket and heading for that warehouse. Raven, hopefully, having managed to come to his side.

Azrael pressed agianst that nearest steel wall, the Hunter peering into the open door to assure that space ahead of them remained, at least seemingly, clear of any immediate threat. His own affinities were summoned readily to his finger tips. That gift for light affording his figure a faint, dim glow that easily encompassed his form. The light hardly bright enough to attract attention and yet that faint hint of power exuded from the man all the same. With that space before them clear his hand gestured for Raven to follow before stepping into the main part of that warehouse, the floor filled with rows up rows of crates. The vast majority supposedly containing that fresh produce.

"Head up this row first, see if you can smell anything. It will be ten times faster to have you find it then it will be fore me to pry the lids off all of these and search them."