West

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
Syn

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

Syn

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

Everybody wants to sing that song, some Marvin Gaye, what's going on?


Posted on January 07, 2020 by Mira Ramos
West

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The vampire may not have deserved a quick death, but it certainly wasn't pain free. Being burned alive was hardly a good way to go, those last moments alive would have been akin to a vampire being left in the sun. At the very least he was taken care of and most importantly, out of the way allowing the pair to work their way through the countless cramped cages. They were more like tiny holding cells that lined the walls, there were so many... she could hardly imagine all of those cages being full. Fortunately they were not at full capacity but it was enough to shutter at the thought of all those lives stolen. It left them a least a dozen creatures to free, maybe more. The only one that she could tell that stood between that mission was that last vampire standing. Surely the two of them could handle that one easily enough. Especially with Raven throwing him away from her. Mira recalled her lava, but not entirely, those protective shadows and lava providing a buffer should they find more company along the way. The second vampire, was furious however, especially after watching the fate of his cursed brother. Raven having used her own powers to suspend the man hopelessly in the air. His feet dangling as he spewed out his acidic hate filled speech that went upon deaf ears.

For a moment he looked as though he was conjuring something, his own powers preparing to flood to the surface to aid him. Or perhaps his goal was to merely reach for the gun, his hand fumbled for it almost uselessly. But of his own powers, his own hand fumbling uselessly, trying to search for a weapon of a different kind. Raven focused upon the locked, those powers held against him seemed to slow him. That focus to release the impala came next, it looked painfully gaunt, with barely any meat upon her bones, her predatory instinct noticed right away she could barely make a meal at all. She could count every last protruding rib upon her slender frame, jutting out in a nearly grotesque fashion, it was a wonder she was even alive under such ill treatment. Her nearly splayed legs practically trembled just to stand. The lock seemed to click before the door swung open limply with whining creak. Raven releasing her abilities upon the vampire enough to unlock that stubborn lock. How convenient, far less destructive than melting that mechanism.

Weakly... the fearful impala seemed to notice that open door, warily watching the vampire before the long legs began to move, one hoof before the next and then the next. Then sweet freedom. Her eyes wide and fearful she took one look at the wolves who might as well have been their oppressors too. After all she was distinctly prey and even though only half her mind was animal she could not help that distinct terror she possessed of them. Her movements were quick and near flailing as she was over ridden with her fear, her feet unsteady before she took off at a gangly pace in search for a door, any door that could lead to freedom, unfortunately only leading her deeper into that building.

That vampire still seemed firmly within Raven's grasp, squirming like he could escape that psychic pull and yet entirely unable to. That movement was quick, the vampire thrust within the opened cage door, practically tossed inside of it before the door closed behind him. Mira took a surefooted step toward the cage, summoning her lava, just a touch once more sent as a thin trail to toward that very lock... it hardly took much time before the silver and iron melted into a blob of metal, an impossible mess to open with ease. The door was melted to the cage, those hinges soon following. It would hold him but it was yet to be seen just how long. Truthfully, he should have been killed... even though the vampire was trapped inside of a silver cage, she suspected it wouldn't last. He had seen them and... that was certainly not good. With that familiar press of her packmates voice entering her mind, Mira turned her head to meet Raven's gaze. Time was of the essence, a heavy reminder pressing down upon them that they needed to get out of her.

"Got it." Mira replied as she slunk off down that aisle. It took a supreme amount of focus to target those locks alone.... Her lava.... A wild thing, as untamed as the wolf itself. It wanted to be free, not controlled. But Mira had been practicing. So many countless days and nights had been spent in her cove, executing that control. It wasn't perfect but it was better than nothing. But there was still a of harming the were's and witches alike that watched with curious eyes within their prison cells. How counterproductive. It took a little longer than she anticipated but she got there.

She freed a were-lion first, a warlock and sad looking manned wolf creature, cowering in the corner. The more animals they amassed outside those cages the better. Even in their current state it was surely better than not having anyone at your back at all. The warlock seemed eager to help; but his abilities were dampened by a tightly fitted charmed lock around his neck. He could find a way to remove it later but it did little now, at least he could be of use with his hands.. Paws could be so very limiting. When the rest of her section were free, he guided the starving creatures to the far corner where the loading docks were. The warlock seemed to recall where everything was but even he didn't know the code to unlock that massive garage door.

Mira spoke to those were's with a touch of her mind explaining what they had planned. How.... Everyone was going to find their way back into the city.. or their respective homes... was another dilemma that needed solving. Raven's small sedan just wasn't going to cut it.

That was when the alarm sounded. A piercing sound drilling within her mind. This was.... Irritating.

"Raven.... Finish up what you're doing.. we gotta get out of here. I am at the back by the loading area. I am going to burn this door down... We are going to have company soon... and I really don't want to spend another moment stuck in this godawful place." Finding the direct line to her packmate was easy. She already slipping up on those nicknames. Mira was useless at this game. She peered back into the room but with all the creatures accumulated around her.

"Get behind me .... Things are going to get a little hot." She murmured to those surrounded weres.

It was that moment she called upon her lava, it seemed eager to be let out, near wanting to all but blast out before her, rolling out like a deadly carpet. Her body respond eagerly adjusting to that lava pushing beyond the surface, that heat mixed with the cooler air caused that lava to blacken into charred lava rock. Her whole body glowed then causing the various creatures behind her to back up in awe along with that rightfully placed fear. Mira lifted a single paw before slamming it into the ground pushing that lava through the last barrier that lead to their freedom. Mira could only control it so much, that lava seemed to take on a mind of its own as her own desire to escape this place seemed to grow insurmountably. It wasn't like she could just call it back so easily, her powers were controllable but even she had her limits. There was a narrowed space between her and where they congregated where the amassed beasts could escape, if only she could target and manipulate the lava to that desired spot. The angry sirens blared making it near impossible to think, her sensitive ears twitching in response. That chaos doing so little for her control, her emotions a devilishly hindering thing when it came to this.

"I can't call it back... the lava.." Was all she could muster, a strained sound within her companions mind, and for her thoughts alone.

This was not good but she wasn't going to give up as that lava ate a large part of that door away, all she needed was to recoil and to do that she needed the help of her packmate to steady her. "I need..... happy thoughts." Mira suggested as lame as it sounded... her glowing eyes searching for she wolf.


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