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.
Mira was almost taken aback by the force behind those words uttered by Raven. Her near blazing eyes lingered upon Raven for just a moment a little longer as if she could feel that care behind those four little words. The lava wolf chose to say anything on the matter, casually brushing it aside. It did little to dwell upon it now. She had no intentions of being lost in her own wreckage, even though it would be an honourable death. She was a survivor at her very core and she would not allow herself to be taken out so easily on a whim. It was like muscle memory, these moments when the she-wolf was forced into action. It was why her old pack leader wanted her, she was an asset to him. In Sacrosanct she hardly needed to tap into that side of her, but now, it was like slipping on an old glove and that transformation began. She refused to allow a pregnant Raven to come close to that unrestrained power she was about to unleash upon this twisted hellish place. With a simple nod of her chiselled head, the oddly patterned wolf turned on the soft pads of her paws and took off to the safety of the vehicle. Good. Now... all Mira needed to do was stretch those metaphorical wings in a final assault and let it rain justice down upon the misery that was this prison. No one deserved to be a slave.
Mira did not linger long as that place erupted into an inferno. It might not have taken out the entire building but it would at the very least take out the deplorable room where they kept their merchandise and then some. There was a hint of satisfaction she received from that well-deserved destruction, her powers more than willing to answer to that call. She would sleep better that this place was shut down, but she was no foolish girl to believe they would be shut down for good. At the very least there was a sliver of good done here today. But Raven..... Why would the girl choose to go on this reckless mission when she was pregnant?!? But her task was the one she faced alone. Raven, she would talk to after.
The she-wolf soon fled to the car but not without a final look over her shoulder as that building blazed, that fire making its destructive course to the explosive gasoline tanks. She shifted at the car, then dressed with haste before sliding into that car, urging Raven to get out of harm's way before the warehouse finally exploded in a remarkable spectacle. It was inevitable. It looked like armageddon behind her, ash and oily black smoke billowed free from those shattered windows, the detrimental damage inside of it an indication of its impending demise.
Raven corrected Mira... damn. Lives. Plural. The reality of the importance of both their safety was all the more imperative so they could put this in the past. But if she thought they were ever going to do something this foolish again any time soon, the woman had another thing coming! Just before they got out of sight from the warehouse of horrors went up in a shuddering explosion that could be felt within that car. That smile lingered upon her lips as the pair retreated with that urgent pace toward the Ark. Home.
Mira then turned her golden gaze toward her packmate gauging the woman's mood. There was no way she was going to get let off easy this time. She was in the veritable hot seat as she searched for those answers about the pregnancy. She didn't even know they were trying. Mira rose a questioning brow as if that stare alone urged the curly-haired woman to elaborate. "Wow, Raven. I am truly happy for you two. I know it's not my place or anything but I think you should tell Tobi if no one else." There was a sincerity in her words. She left it at that, ultimately it was Raven's choice at the end of that day, but not telling your mate something so profound seemed like the wrong call. A final remark escaped her all the same. " Oh and for the love of god no more vigilantism."
She flashed her a grin, excitement for her, but Raven didn't seem to share in it. Mira could not get a clear reading on just how the other woman was feeling. "It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating your wedding day." She sounded almost wistful then. Time certainly flew by.
Raven, fortunately, continued on, talking about that appointment in a few weeks. This time the sadness was almost palpable. Hm. Mira hardly one to judge anyone on their choices but usually babies brought joy... not sadness.
"How do you feel about all of this? I mean it is life-changing. Its ok to be a little scared.." Mira replied thoughtfully. "But you know, you might be surprised by Tobi if you let him. Maybe not in the conventional sense but I have all the confidence that he will want to be there as much as you let him." She meant to be reassuring, her hand reached out to touch Raven's arm in a way that was intended to be supportive. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, she wasn't going to pretend like it was. Even in the best of times, babies were hard. But Tobi loved Raven, you couldn't fake that. She suspected he would love his children too with the same ferocity. "But if you need me, Raven, all you have to do is ask." Mira offered softly, her words nothing short of genuine. No one should have to do this alone. She pulled her hand away, peering out at the road ahead. A lot had changed since she first arrived on the Ark. She was damn well sure that most of it was for the better.
Mira paused... that news was big. But there was something that weighed heavily upon her mind. Something she had kept closely to her chest for some time. That grand reveal seemed to cause the car to swerve. Mira shot out a hand to steady herself as a curse left her lips. They did not survive only to end up in a car wreck! "Dammit Raven, we are trying to avoid imminent danger, remember?!" She could not help that grin upon her lush lips anyways as a soft sigh escaped her, shaking her head at Raven's declaration. Bets? Really?? Were they really that obvious, they had been so careful dodging those watchful eyes. Perhaps they were simply deluding themselves.
"You made bets? Really? Classy Raven.. Real classy. But if you must know it's been over a year and a half... So it's not exactly new. We haven't had the talk or anything. I don't know if we will ever have that talk... Sometimes words.. Labels and all that.. only get in the way." It felt odd to say the words when she had kept them a secret for so long. It was tangible, the words making it all the more real. She was in trouble. Mira frowned softly. People said women were complicated. It would seem the men in their lives were a class all of their own.