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

and I like the way you move

Posted on October 06, 2019 by Alekai Evero


Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

He was inclined to admit, he supposed, that Raven's plan, while hardly ideal- would likely work. He hardly knew just how powerful her shadows were or how capable they were of shielding her from those bullets and yet he could hardly deny that need for a distraction. If Raven said that shadow shield could protect her then he was inclined to believe her. She wouldn't really throw herself in front of bullets if that shield was inclined to fail, would she? Any further argument the pair might have had over the plan was ended buy that continual rain of gunfire that fell down and around them. Raven released a soft, low growl before launching herself forward. Azrael was hardly given a chance to watch the wolf or her actions as his own attention fell swiftly upon the vampire that was attempting to follow her. Whatever she had done at that warehouse he had told her not to return to, those deaths she had caused, had clearly prompted that undead leech to seek his revenge. Vampires, after all, so tended to be a vengeful species. If only Raven had listened! If only she had let him handle it then they wouldn't have a raging vampire trying to maul them both! Now, he supposed, was hardly the time to consider that irritation. Not when he had that vampire to take care off. Those thoughts were pushed aside as his own gravity power reached out to bring that vampire crashing down to the floor beside him.

How something that was dead could manage to move so quickly he hardly knew and yet he was given little time to truly question it. Azrael was forced to dodge several of those blows as Raven's howl rang out and the sound of bullets seemed to increase. Those humans, in the least, had taken that bait Raven offered them with her own canine figure. The blonde Hunter smoothly summoned that light spear to his hand then, Azrael dodging yet another punch before launching that spear forward to collide firmly with the vampire and all but impale him upon it. His own affinity for light readily expanded, burning that flesh within near seconds to reduce the vampire to little more then ash. Azrael left breathing heavily as he crouched down and behind those crates once more. Raven. Where the hell had Raven gone? She was still alive wasn't she? God, Serafina would kill him if anything had happened to her. Maybe he should have gotten another bullet proof vest for her. Two had to be better then one.

The sudden press of Raven's voice into his own mind prompted the Hunter to glance around readily, Raven suddenly appearing at his side then to press agianst him as they both crouched down behind those boxes. His own men, it seemed, were finally beginning to get the upper hand. The apology Raven offered prompted his golden gaze briefly downward, any further chastisement hardly reaching his lips. Now ...was not exactly the time. Getting out of that warehouse was a far more pressing manner. His head nodded simply to her question.

"Yes, I have plenty of evidence. The Hunters are getting the upper hand now, stay low to the ground, we might be able to crawl out. Combine your shadows with my light, we might be able to make a stronger shield. Ready?"

His hand lifted slightly, that light summoned once more to attempt to weave itself in and out of the fabric of the shadows of Raven's own. What a ...strange pattern it made. Azrael, momentarily, oblivious to that steady increase in power that came from that combination of shadow and light as it danced around them. One hand reached out to rest on Raven's neck in an effort to keep the wolf beside him as he began to move, the sound of bullets colliding and disintegrating as they hit that combined shields resulting in a near ...hissing sound as they made their way toward the door. Several more hunters rushed past them at that entrance way then in an effort to subdue those humans further. Azrael's hand tightened upon the scruff of Ravens neck then, the man attempting to gently tug her around that corner and to relative safety before allowing his shield to drop. Azrael leaned back agianst the wall, a ready sigh falling from him then before his gaze turned to his companion to run over her canine figure.

"You didn't get shot did you?"

She hardly looked it and yet in the heat of the moment, sometimes, a bullet wound could be ignored or forgotten, especially if it had only grazed. The sounds of gunfire at last began to die from within. Azrael well aware of the shouts of his own men bringing the human militants under control. His hand lifted once more, resting momentarily agianst Raven's head before letting his fingers run through that fur.

"You did ok."

Well. It was mostly praise. Right?

"Don't go doing stupid fucking stunts like that warehouse again though, alright?"