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.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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
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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on June 18, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


Perhaps she was nothing more than a worthless pawn that was the perfect specimen to be offered up as a sacrifice. Yet if she was such an invaluable object then why would her Alpha be fighting Frost right now? Had she known Tetradore was out there, fighting Frost, then she would have felt absolutely privileged. In her old pack her Alpha did not care for her well-being. When she was attacked by the others he had not come to her aide. Her current Alpha, while indifferent and completely aloof, he had his moments when he subtly showed some sort of kindness. Before she joined his pack he had helped her escape the zoo. He invited her to the pack for Tobias' sake. After she weaseled herself into working in his office with him, at lunch time he would arrive with a dish of food for her. It wasn't his place to do such a mundane task, but she always appreciated his subtle gesture. He even accepted the metal tree she had given him and played with her on it. Tetradore didn't have to do any of those things for her. He could have just left her chained up in the zoo. He could have not invited her to his pack. He could have told her to stay away from him and Tobias. He could have kept her from working in his office and he didn't have to accept her gift or even play with her. She was not special to him. She was not extremely close to him. He was her Alpha and she was nothing more than a member that barely knew him or his past. There was no special bond, but there was something they shared. Both wanted the best for Tobias. Perhaps that was why he allowed her into his fold and was out there right now fighting Frost.

However, Raven was completely unaware with what was going inside the Ark. Her eyes barely fluttered open when she moved her right hand to Tobias', holding it weakly. Her tough extremely cold against his pleasing warm flesh. Her eyes barely caught the pleased lopsided grin as his dark eyes seemed much brighter, almost with a touch of gold in them. As his hands clapped together gave her best attempt to grin, but her display of joy didn't meet her eyes. She was far too cold and extremely too weak to keep herself awake. It would seem her explanation of the red he saw that corresponded to his anger wasn't what delighted him. Perhaps it was a trick to bring her back. The sound of the snarls outside their window and the harsh pounding of hooves caused the girl to shiver highly uncomfortable with whatever was going on out there. Yet she could not continue to keep herself awake as she softly spoke again to Tobias in regards to what she needed from him. For a moment her eyes closed knowing she needed to rest. Yet his obnoxious stomp with his food and his desire for her to not sleep made her eyes reopen. He could not see that she needed sleep. She knew she could not heal as him, or Tetradore, or any other Were. It was a curse she attempted to hide as best as she could, but now Tobias was getting a better view of it. When they would fight in the arena she always made sure to use Tobias' as a shield as they paraded outside the ring, never staying for long, always disappearing into his room. Always they would retire for the night and she would heal quietly and most of the time she would be better in a night or two depending on how severe the wound was. But her body was completely broken on one side and this would not be an easy process, especially with the frostbite adding to her discomfort and stalling her recovery.

Her attempt to exhale caused her to choke and wheeze on her own oxygen. Her broken ribs providing her discomfort as she breathes. It was difficult to feel the blazing anger Tobias was feeling. Her weakness, enhanced empathy, was allowing her to actually experience his turbulent emotions of raw and heated anger, great disdain and pleasure, and it was not providing her the ability to keep herself calm in such a dire state. Weakly her hand grasped one of his balled up fists, perhaps there was benefit to her deathly cold touch to soothe his boiling rage. While Jackal continued to work on her, the warm cloth going over each exposed wound as he cleaned up the blood, the gentle throbbing of Tobias' and his ability to heal was barely making efficient progress. As Jackal left to turn up the heat within the room she stiffened when Tobias lifted the blanket. He had not seen her naked before. She was not one that wanted anyone to see the numerous scars that laced all along her petite form. The scars that raked across her face was something she regrettably had to accept, and that was such a painful process. Her arms she could cover sometimes and on occasion would she keep her arms bare to reveal the scars there. Yet her legs, thighs, upper torso, waist, back, or shoulder, none of these places were allowed to be visible. Tetradore alone had seen her entirely, but thankfully he hadn't said anything. Most of her scars were covered by her thick fur and she didn't mind looking damaged as a wolf, but looking completely broken as a human was challenging. When his hand held her broken leg the poor girl let out a sharp painful cry and when he moved it, she yelped a short burst. Her battered form would twitch and jolt in high uncomfortableness in the bed. Fresh tears would start to bead in her eyes as she attempted to still her form once more. The thrashing about in the bed didn't do much to help her. A soft whimper would come out of the girl, her blue-grey eyes shifting to Tobias' holding no hate or anger, but weariness and agony. Softly her words would tumble out as she attempted to explain everything.

"Yes, you can move my broken leg, but you must not touch it. Do you see the bruises? It is broken...I cannot walk on it. My left arm it, too, is bruised and I cannot lift it. When I am healed I can be touched on my left arm and left leg, but please Tobias...please don't do that again. I'm not mad at you, but I am in pain."

Jackal had stumbled quickly over back to her bedside. The blanket lifted once more as he looked to see what more damage was accidentally done. "Tobi, you must be careful with Birdie. Broken arm and leg, and ribs. Do you see the bruises, please....be careful Jackals' words were quick, but just as kind, attempting to not frighten the leopard. Exhausted she closes her eyes briefly as Jackal explains frostbite to her companion. The girl beginning to shiver even though she was under a blanket and the heat was turned up. His mention of Tobi climbing into bed with her caused the young woman to look up at Tobias with apprehension. He had already accidentally hurt her and perhaps he might again, but she wouldn't hold it again him and be angry. Her right hand would slide over the bed as she gently grasped his fingers, her thumb brushing over his hand in a reassuring manner to reaffirm her trust in him. The gentle brush of his other hand on her cheek caused her to lean her head into his touch, the warm touch seeming to bring a very subtle pink on the cheek he touched. But it would seem his tender touch would be fleeting, just as always their small intimate moments were.

While he left her side speaking about a book she closed her eyes. Finding it still difficult to keep them open. The conversation she hears is muddled, but she is confused. Her eyes would reopen but when she titled her head she watched the two debate. While Jackal ran out and Tobias arrived at her side she stared up at him quietly. Not surprised at all that he would attempt to help Tetradore. Silently she nodded her head in agreement with a soft grin. When the Jackal returns with the harpoon shooting device she watches silently as they position it at the window. His next choice of words caused the battered young woman to silently beam, humbled at the one word he used. 'My' to imply she was his. It was an endearing word, a special word, a word that promised she belonged not only somewhere, but more importantly to someone. As Tobias shoots on harpoon and snickers waiting she manages to speak up, to give him a gentle reminder.

"Tobi...you can use my telekinesis power, to pick up the harpoon after you shoot it and fire it again. Shadows can be used to protect Tetradore too."

Just because she was down didn't mean she was completely out. Tobias wasn't the only one that wanted to help his Alpha. Raven knew now that Tetradore was out there fighting Frost and she wanted more than anything to help him as much as she could. She may be useless now, but Tobias could use her powers for his benefit. Sometimes, in rare cases as this, the sacrificial useless pawn has some benefit.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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