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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

virtue has a veil, vice a mask

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Raven Cain

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

She couldn't help, but visibly wince as Sera pointed out another flaw she was ashamed to have. Being unable to heal as she should didn't keep her from participating in activities that could bring her harm. At times she was persuaded, or went willingly, to accompany her husband within the fighting rings at the Ark. Would she suffer from major or minor injuries at times? Yes. However, her injuries would not keep her from participating in the fighting ring. Within their pack, she was able to take part in checking on their territory boundaries and ensure the line was there and take out any riff-raff that posed a threat. With Frost in the Ark, she got injured from her ape and primate assailants, and yet she was still standing in the end. Raven knew it wouldn't do herself or her pack any good if anyone was aware she couldn't heal, and she did everything she could to keep it still a secret. Other than her former pack, no one else was quick to call out a particular inability. Saddened by Serafina's comment she looked down at the floor, murmuring softly, disappointedly.

"Just because I can't heal quickly, doesn't mean I can't help keep you safe."

Why Serafina would use that against her she didn't know. Doesn't her raven-haired witch know that she was capable of fulfilling her responsibility in keeping her safe? Who killed the man that harmed her? Who helped rescue her when she was kidnapped? Those noises coming back from the backdoor grabbed her attention now as she made her way towards the door, banging her fist into the door angrily while threatening Serafina's captive. Hearing Serafina, she obediently came to her side inquiring about what future steps they would need to take. Although it made sense that they couldn't kill her stalker, Raven hardly liked the idea of him staying alive. Was death a harsh punishment? Yes, but with him dead, he wouldn't be bothering Serafina anymore.

With the potion, Raven was sure they could answer the questions Serafina had, and hopefully a lot more. With the potion finished she followed her witch towards the backroom door, using her shadows to at least place a bit of protection just in case her captive had some sort of attack. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she saw the man, tied to the chair, lying horizontal with the chair resting on his back. Unimpressed she snorted softly at the same time as Serafina, as she encouraged the shadows to continue to float along the ground just in case she needed to help avert an attack. Raising her arm she flicked her hand to the side, tugging on the man and the chair roughly with her telekinesis, the chair, and man bumping into the wall, the back of the head of the man colliding a little roughly against the wall. Without an ounce of sympathy in her voice she muttered darkly.

"Whoops, sorry."

Giving Serafina a glimpse she nodded in agreement to her second request. Glaring at the man she made her approach slowly, lifting both hands up to his face, one hand hovering over the top of his face as her thumb and index finger pressed gently to his nose, while her other hand clutched the bottom of his jaw, pulling it down gently. With an ominous tone, she ordered the man to abide by her wishes.

"Just accept what is about to happen to you, and don't struggle."

Blue-grey eyes shifted from the man and then back to Serafina, watching as the woman started to dump the potion down his forcefully opened mouth. When the man started to move, she made sure her grip was tight as she pressed her telekinesis into him and the chair, so both could stay against the wall. She didn't want Serafina's hard work to fall to the floor. Raven would let go of his nose and jaw as soon as he was done being forced to drink the potion. Taking a few steps back behind Serafina, she glared at the man, growling quite softly as she watched and waited.

Raven Cain.
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