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.
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.
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
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
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
He hadn't worried too much when Sam picked a busy venue to meet up. He knew it'd be full, especially this close to the holidays, but he assumed she had her reasons. Maybe she didn't want it to feel like an intimate atmosphere but keep it somewhere public where no one could assume anything. In a way, he appreciated it cause the last thing he needed this close to the wedding was someone getting back to Amelia with word of him meeting another woman that she knew nothing about. It wasn't that he was keeping Sam a secret from his fiance, more that they just never discussed their past. It didn't seem to affect their present or their future so why? She knew he had a past just he knew she had one as well. They fought through their demons together.
From the momentary glance Troy caught as he was walking up, Sam seemed more put together than the last time they'd come across each other. She seemed alert but relaxed, confident in her own skin. She'd come so far from the hesitant fae he first met on the beach that didn't understand her own existence or her powers. It was good to see her like this, almost like seeing a Court Queen in her prime.
He couldn't help but notice the way her hand slowly stroked her rounded stomach as he first approached, which only brought further attention to it. He didn't know what to think. He wasn't jealous or angry. He was puzzled and concerned. Sam had a committed relationship in the past with a Were that she really seemed to care about, but bad things happened and it drove her into a deep depression, which ultimately led to her leaving Sacrosanct the first time. He worried that she'd wound up in another doomed relationship and had a fatherless child as a result.
At least, she didn't seem so doom and gloom. As he sat on the bench next to her, she shifted and smiled at him and it reached her pretty eyes. She reached out to grab his hand and he relaxed, squeezing hers back in return before they let go. Sam was more patient than he remembered, too. She let him take a good long look at her condition and come to his own conclusions, listening as he asked her questions before she chuckled and shook her head. He couldn't help the relief that flooded him when she assured him that she wasn't in trouble. She said she was doing great and he could sense her sudden nervousness and it only made his own lips tug further into a smirk. She had that shy look about her, like she used to get when she was around him, but now he knew he wasn't responsible. Someone else was. She had a guy. Happiness rose in Troy's chest as he leaned in to listen.
She started off by saying she met someone and a single brow arched up as if to say "you don't say." His eyes twinkled teasingly, but he bit his tongue to let her continue. When she did, though, his brows furrowed in further confusion and he scowled. Someone he knew? His first thought was Andras. The fae king of his current Court was secluded and they didn't see much of each other, but surely he would tell Troy if he was with someone and having a child, right? At least, out of courtesy, since Troy was pretty sure Andras knew about their history. As she reached for his hand again, he let her guide it back to her stomach, but inhaled sharply in surprise as he felt the movement under her skin. Fae children were so rare and he was the youngest in their family so he'd never gotten to feel this before.
His eyes lit up and his lips parted in awe but he was still trying to focus on what she was saying cause he was only growing more confused. Especially when she said the baby was his niece or nephew. He smirked again. "While I would be honored to be a godfather, I don't think that's possible, sweetheart. That would mean you've hooked up with my....." His voice trailed off right about the time it started to dawn on him. She had paused, but as her gaze found his and held it, he could pretty much see it written across her face before she even spoke. He held his breath, his eyes wide as saucers and his whole body frozen as she finished, saying the name of a person he definitely had not seen in a long ass time. His own brother.
When he was finally able to breathe again and blinked a few times to come back online, so to speak, Troy slowly pulled his hand away from her stomach. He didn't want to offend her, but he had so many questions. His face sobered, scowling thoughtfully for a moment as he tried to choose his words carefully. He couldn't be mad at Sam. It just wasn't humanly possible for him. But in a way, he felt betrayed. "You....You've been with my brother this whole time....and you didn't tell me?" She knew he had a brother. She knew he left Troy and surely she saw how torn up he was about it. Why wouldn't she reach out to him and let him know she found Kit?