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
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
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.
Why was it that everything within his life seemed to go so goddamn wrong? It was as if someone, somewhere, had some fucking vandetta agianst him. If there was a god (and Azrael remained undecided at this point) then he damn well intended to yell at him when he got to...wherever the hell people went when they died. Blasting that vampire from Raven was hardly difficult work, his affinity for light rendering him a veritable weapon agianst any of the undead and yet why on earth that ginger-haired leech seemed so determined to maul Raven he hardly knew. A targeted attack? Unless the damn leech was involved with the weapons shipping and sales somehow. Still, such an encounter seemed far to ...convenient to be simple chance. Had Raven been followed? How long had this vampire been following her? Those very questions found his lips then. The blond haired hunter near whirled on that wolf the moment she managed to scramble to her feet to demand why this vampire had attacked her to begin with. Raven inhaled in an effort to catch her breath. Azrael's gaze remained pointedly on her before she insisted she had seen him at the warehouse, that his brother had died and she believed he died too. Azrael blinked for several moments. Died at the warehouse? Did she mean the auction house? They hadn't killed anyone there had they? He knew she had gone back to that place!
"Raven! I can't believe you-"
His efforts to chastise the woman were interrupted by that sudden hail of gunfire. Azrael, without so much as a second thought, threw himself forward to collide with Raven. The poor wolf, whom had only just returned to her feet, abruptly knocked off them again as Azrael launched himself atop her to shield her from those flying bullets. Serafina would murder himif anything happend to her pet....companion....familiar....whatever she was. Azrael himself not uninclined to admit he hardly ...enjoyed the idea of anything terrible happening to the wolf. Raven having proved a useful partner if nothing else. Azrael reluctant to lose a valuable being. His own affinity was summoned once more- those shields thrown upward to protect them both from any stray bullets. The sound of that ammunition colliding with the concrete floor and walls, along with those crates, echoed all around them. The scent of that gunpower equally as overwhelming. Where the fuck had that vampire gone?
The briefest pause in that gunfire prompted the Hunter to roll sideways and allow Raven to her feet before the pair near dived behind one of those crates for more cover. The sound of gunfire, this time, echoed from outside before another hail seemed to rain down around them. The worried look Raven offered him was hardly missed. The rest of his team was outside, facing those guns alone and yet ...they were trained for that. Surely, surely they could deal with it, couldn't they? Several amongst that team had powers capable of dealing with a few rouge humans with a gun. They would, for now, have to take care of themselves. In the very least they were preventing those gunmen from joining the others inside the warehouse itself and causing Raven and himself only more problems. Azrael lent around the corner then, a ball of light fired from his hand to collide with the nearest human and send him flying before the Hunter was forced to shelter himself again. Azrael readying yet another strike before Raven's voice suddenly found its way into his mind again. His companion, it seemed, had found the vampire and yer her plan readily saw him scowl, Azrael near forced to shout above the sun of those bullets.
"Are you mental, Raven!? Let the bullets hit you?"
That, he was sure, sounded like a ridiculous plan. Here he was trying to shield them both from bullets and she wanted to run into them! Azrael for a moment, caught in a mental debate as to whether she was brave or damn foolish. Yet....they were running out of time and her plan ...was the only plan they had. Azrael gritted his teeth monetarily, the Hunter forced to make those sudden decisions even despite his disapproval of them. His gaze returned to Raven then.
"Fine- but don't worry about shielding me. Focus that shadow on yourself. You'll need it with that many bullets. I can cover myself. Hold their attention for as long as you can while i get rid of the vampire. On three then. One, two, three!"
Azrael waited only so long as it took Raven to burst from that hiding place and charge into the warehouse- drawing the fire of bullets as she went. How good was that shadow shield? Would it truly protect her from that rain of ammunition. The vampire above him suddenly lunged, the fanged creature determined to attempt to follow Raven and seek his revenge on the wolf.
"Oh no you fucking don't."
Azrael's own affinity for gravity lashed out then, slamming into the vampire to bring him crashing to the floor before Azrael lunged forward in turn. He hardly had a stake with him, not tonight, not when he'd come prepared for a fight with humans. That affinity for light would have to do. The vampire rolled to his feet in nearly the same moment as Azrael reached him, the creature aiming a bone-shattering right hook at him as Azrael's speed saw the Hunter whirl around that punch. The vampires left hand grasped towards him then, another burst of speed seeing Azrael appear behind as that spear of light was summoned easily into being. The vampire whirled again, hissing in frustrated outrage, forcing Azrael to leap backward and clear of another swing before he hurled that light spear forward to slam with a devastating force into the vampires chest. The light, beneath his command, erupted outward, incinerating that creature from the inside out until all that was left was little more than a pile of smouldering dust. Useless damn creatures. Now- to get to Raven The wolf clearly having been successful in drawing that fire.He could hear those bullets ringing out and yet he could hardly see the wolf from where he crouched over that vampire dust behind the crates.