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 October 19, 2019 by Raven Cain

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

Was her plan risky? Absolutely, and yet something had to be done. They couldn't take on a vampire and be bombarded by bullets at the same time. In the horror movies splitting up wasn't a good idea. This wasn't a horror movie, it was more action. Partners in those action films split up all the time. Sometimes one of them would get hurt, but in the end, they survived. Raven was quite assured that her shadows would keep her safe. Shrouding herself with her own shadows, she made her attempt to escape the vampire and become a distraction. Even though she had managed to run across the warehouse unscathed, she did have someone coming right after her. As a predatory creature she didn't like feeling she was prey, it was an unsettling feeling. Killing the man that had been coming after her made her feel a little bit guilty. Was it in self-defense? Of course, but murder was still murder. Once again, she ran through the corridor as the men hollered and shot their guns, attempting to try to hit a target they couldn't see. Finding Azrael, she pressed her voice into his mind, to let him know she was around before she pressed herself against him. The last thing she needed was the Dark Hunter yelping in shock.

The shouts from Azraels' Dark Hunters coming into the warehouse made the sound of gunfire only intensify. Displeased with the loud noises, she pressed her ears tightly against her head. Slowly her tail swayed side to side in a pleasing manner, happy to hear that they had done what they came out here to do. Even though it wasn't exactly what Azrael had in mind, at least they got what they needed to be done. She was happy to hear that they were going to get out of their troubled spot. Getting up on her grey dusted paws, she brought her shadows back to her, making them encircle around his shield of light. The hair on the back of her neck stood as she felt some sort of wicked charge and static light up the air. Feeling his hand place roughly on the back of her neck, she stayed as close as she possibly could as they crept out. As soon as they went around the corner of the building, the she-wolf released a heavy sigh in relief. The idea of being shot made the wolf blink and turn her head around to look for any sign that a bullet had struck her. Not finding anything she shook her head. Feeling his fingers start to run the top of her head, she could feel his fingers brush behind her ear. Oddly enough that touch felt pretty good. Hearing him praise her, she stared up at him confused, but hearing him chastise her wasn't surprising at all. With a rough snort, she replied quickly.

"Next time make the Council do something and I won't have to."

If the Council would have done something then she wouldn't have gone off to that hellhole with Mira. Knowing that those poor creatures were locked up and being sold by various vampires for nefarious things was...disgusting. She couldn't live with herself knowing what she did. Raven went through the proper channels to get someone to resolve this issue and yet nothing was done. She was sure that part of their pockets was lined with cash from those covens. Azrael had tried, but he couldn't persuade them either. Leave it to Raven to trying to fix what was wrong in the world. Hearing the men shout and the shooting stopped she assumed that her mission was complete. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she watched Azraels' group stop to walk out of the warehouse with the humans in handcuffs. Black lips pulled back to reveal her bloodstained teeth as the men walked past them. When one man began to yell that she had killed one of their own a deep growl rumbled within her chest, her eyes focused on him, and him alone. After the men were loaded up in the van and the van disappeared into the foggy night she sighed softly.

"Did you feel something odd when your light and my shadows came together?"

Raven Cain.
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