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 teased her about it being Dorian's baby and was glad to see her humor was still intact as she played right along, saying she didn't like Sebastian but she wouldn't do that. He quirked a brow. "Wow, I didn't think anyone could turn down that vampire's charm." He wanted to ask what Sebastian did to earn her ire but figured it was none of his business. She was just so easy to get along with and from what he'd seen, so was Sebastian so it baffled him that they wouldn't like each other. She said that she didn't want a kid with the king of Italy and he couldn't help but laugh at that. She didn't want her baby to be royalty. He felt his jaw twitch a bit at that, since he could technically tell her it was too late for that. Of course, they didn't claim their titles anymore and they hadn't for centuries so she didn't have to claim anything. It was just ironic that she would say that.
At her joke about it being out of wedlock, he nodded in agreement with a grin. "Oh, I'm sure that would make his day." She admitted that she missed Dorian and Troy couldn't help but smile sympathetically. He remembered well back when Dorian and Sam were almost inseparable. Of course, she missed that. But he'd also never seen Dorian as happy as he was with Sebastian. It was a tragic but necessary thing.
They talked about the baby then and Troy was happy enough for the change in subject. She said she felt it was a girl and that she'd be happy either way. She said she could already feel her emotions and Troy lifted a brow, clearly impressed. "You'll have quite the bond with her then, having that kind of inside knowledge. Should come in handy when she can't communicate through words." She admitted she couldn't imagine herself pregnant at first, but now she didn't want it any other way. Troy could only smile, happiness shining out at her through his hazel eyes.
When she finally told him about Kit, he had to admit that it couldn't have been easy for her. But she came out here to tell him, and he had to see past his own hurt and realize that she had good intentions. Plus, he didn't want to stress her too bad in her condition. Fae pregnancies were touch and go as it was. He knew she probably had no idea what happened between him and Kit. He wondered if his brother had told her anything at all about their separation and why it happened. She seemed as in the dark as he was from what he could tell. Kit was always good at keeping the mystery alive. She did good, though, taking her time explaining things and being way more patient with him than he could ever remember her being before.
As if she understood how angry he was at himself for not finding his brother sooner, she pointed out how many people were in Sacrosanct and how the fae weren't as easy to navigate as other species. He sighed. "I know you're right. It's just hard to imagine I wouldn't have felt....something, anything to tell me he was here." Maybe he just didn't want to feel it. He was still so hurt and angry every time he thought about Kit disappearing. What if the part of him that didn't want to see his brother was blocking him from sensing Kit? It was possible.
When he joked about California, she told him that he should go and take Tenley to see it. His eyes widened a bit at the knowledge that she knew he had a daughter. It wasn't common knowledge in Sacrosanct, especially in the supernatural world. Dorian and Sebastian were part of the very small group of people that knew about her. He tilted his head as she continued, guessing at Tenley's age. "So you know about her." He couldn't help but say it softly, wondering how she would react. "Since she's special, not many know about her. It's not exactly easy for a vampire to have a child." He wondered just how much she knew about Tenley and Amelia, for that matter. They never got a real chance to talk about his life last time they met up in Sacrosanct.
When he told her about Kit's threats to him growing up with his wings, she laughed. He shook his head. "I promise you he seemed very serious about it so I never pushed him when he said such things." She said she liked his wings, though she didn't like flying. He couldn't help but smirk. "I recall you loved it when we danced over the ocean." Things were much different that night, but he could still recall it like it was yesterday. Holding her above the water as he spun and dipped her under the cloudy night sky.
He didn't push too hard on her voice trailing off when talking about her emotions for Kit. It seemed his brother had managed to hook her in just as effectively as he was sure she had hooked Kit. They would surely make each other very happy. She mentioned what happened back when she left the first time and he nodded, letting her know that he remembered everything about that. How depressed she was, how broken. She went on to say how Kit was healing her, mending her broken heart. When Troy smiled, his eyes lit up in true happiness for her. "I'm glad, cause you certainly can, Sam. You've always been capable of anything and everything."
When she asked why he wouldn't want to see his brother, Troy couldn't help but flinch. "He abandoned me, Sam. First our dad left without a note or a word of good bye. We looked for him until there was nothing left to track. We were obsessed with the search, figuring he must be dead, somewhere that he couldn't get back to us. It hurt so bad, the betrayal of losing him like that. We promised we'd always have each other's backs. And then he left me. I woke up one morning and he was gone, just like our dad. No note, no word." He knew he probably sounded like the biggest pansy but it was Sam. If anyone would understand the deep pain he felt, it would be her. When she took his hands, Troy sighed, turning to face her cause he knew that's what she wanted. He could never deny her. She tried to assure him that Kit loved him and had been looking for him. Troy could only scowl, not thoroughly convinced of the reasoning behind why Kit would want to look for him now, after all these years.
Finally, he offered a tired smile. "I hope you're right." It was all he could think of to say. He didn't want to argue with her because he didn't want to be right. He didn't want to think his brother left him on purpose and just figured it was time to ask forgiveness and try to mend bridges. He wanted to believe there was a good explanation for everything. She squeezed his hands before bringing up how she was once his queen. He winced a little, because he couldn't help thinking that she was so much more to him than that, but he never got to tell her. She asked for one last favor, to reunite his family. He could make a bitter remark about how it was only the broken pieces of his family, the only things left after a dead mom and a deadbeat dad, but he knew that would just upset her. So instead he just gave a little nod. "Okay."