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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask

Posted on September 28, 2019 by Raven Cain

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

Sometimes in life nothing can go as planned. That was just how the world worked. Raven couldn't stand knowing that a place like that damn warehouse existed. Those innocent supernatural creatures didn't deserve to be caged, mistreated or sold. It wasn't her fault that they were within those cages. She didn't put them in there. With Azrael, she voiced her concerns to the Council, stating what she saw with facts, trying to leave her emotions out of it. Whether they believed her or not, it didn't matter. They decided they didn't want to do anything to about it, they didn't want to solve this heinous crime. It was a shame. Dark Hunters were not meant to protect her kind, only the humans. It was a disgrace that they couldn't see their lives equally mattered. And so, she took the matter into her own hands, well paws, with Mira. If she would have known that red-headed scarred vampire would have come to undo Azraels' plans to check in on this warehouse, she would have told Mira to kill him. Truly she assumed that his own kind would have killed him for the result of her doing, disappointed he let allowed their profit to escape. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when Azrael raised his voice, she stood her ground, looking up at him without shame or embarrassment for her actions.

The assault of gunfire ruined Azraels' chance to continue to chastise her. This would probably be the only time Raven would thankful for being shot at. As Azrael protected her and kept her out of harm's way she waited until the time was right when she could get up. They couldn't just fight off a vampire without getting shot. It didn't make sense and it would do neither of them any good. As he questioned her idea she simply nodded as if he were asking her if she liked vanilla ice cream. Tugging on some shadows she allowed them to run along the ground and encompass herself like a cloak, allowing them to swirl around her to show that she was capable of protecting herself. It was a dumb plan and she'd probably get hurt, but if memory served her right, Azrael could heal her. Giving him a nod in agreement that she would focus on herself and not him with her shadows. He was capable of taking care of himself. Inhaling deeply she peered from behind the crates deciding on which dark aisle she would run down. Steeling herself she let out a soft growl and leapt herself forward, propelling forward as she began to bark, and informing their attackers where she was. Pulling the shadows closer to her she started to run hearing the guns start to rattle off and the scent of gun powder fill the air again. When she saw the flash of light glow she turned around and stopped in her place.

Throwing her head back she let out a mournful howl, thinking if she stayed still they'd take their attention off Azrael and focus back on her again. With her shadows she allowed them to swirl around her as she set off for a run again when the light was gone. Leaping towards a small stack full of crates she panted, her ears twitching atop her head as she heard a pair of boots stomping in her direction. Keeping herself low to the ground she peered behind the crates seeing the figure of the man slowing down to a walk with his gun lowered. As he crept closer to her hiding spot Raven staid still, seeing a light flash on, atop his gun. When he turned into her hiding spot she focused on his gun and tugged at the weapon to leave his hands, throwing it against the wall. The light from the gun flickered but remained on, the light shining on her and her location. Now that the man could see her he made his approach, digging from his hip a large knife. Bearing her teeth she snarled and ran towards him and lunged, her front paws colliding into his shoulders as her teeth sunk into his neck. As the man fell backwards because of her attack her hold on him started to loosen as she collapsed on top of him. Clamping on his throat again she could hear him gargle and choke on his own blood.

Whimpering softly she let go of him and climbed off him. With her telekinesis she lifted the gun with the light on it and began to strike it against the wall over and over again until he light finally broke. Running down the aisle she headed back in the direction of Azrael hearing the men start to scream at one another about needing to find them. Using her nose she eventually found the Dark Hunter hiding behind the same crates as before. Coming up towards him she pressed her voice into him as she allowed the shadows to stop rolling around her and instead hover on the ground. Gently she pressed her shoulder into his side, letting him know she was beside him again.

"I'm really sorry Azrael, I didn't know the vampire was here. I ended up having to take one of them out. We need to get out of here, we have enough evidence for you, right?"

Raven Cain.
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