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
Sam explained that she didn't have the greatest first meeting of Sebastian and while one brow rose in question, Troy didn't push for more information, figuring she didn't want to talk about it if she didn't volunteer it. Instead, he let it go with a little dip of his head and an "I see." He certainly wouldn't have been happy if he knew the real reason behind her distaste for the vampire. He was still very protective over Sam.
Luckily, she didn't see his reaction when she mentioned being glad her child wasn't royalty. That would have been a rough explanation, definitely one for Kit if he ever volunteered that to her. She said she already had plans to see Dorian and Troy smiled. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you again, no matter the circumstances." He assured her, knowing that if anything, Dorian would probably gush over the new fae child. He'd probably handle that a lot better than he did his first meeting with a vampire child. He didn't press too much on her missing Dorian, sure that it was very painful for her. He knew they were very close when she was Queen of her own Court.
When she told him about her powers of reading the baby's emotions, he said that should be handy and she responded to tell him how it made all of her own powers go crazy at the same time. He couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, I remember my mom telling us about how we messed her real good when she was pregnant, too. She about caught the house on fire when she was pregnant with me." He sounded almost proud about it, still remembering how they all laughed when she told the story. That was back in the happy days, before his family was torn apart at the seams. She mentioned making bubbles and he had to purse his lips together to keep from laughing. His eyes danced with humor though to betray him. "Bet that was interesting." He tried to say with nonchalance, though he doubted it was convincing.
He hated putting her in the middle of his betrayal with Kit, but she needed to know all sides of the story. He wasn't trying to paint his brother in a bad light to her or anything. He still believed there could be no better boyfriend or father for the child than Kit. He just wanted her to know he wasn't just trying to be a jerk. He had his reasons. With her hand on his arm, he felt a little more calm, but that hurt he felt when he found his brother gone were still so raw because there was never closure, never answers to why he did it. She tried to tell him the fae around Sacrosanct weren't much for talking but he wasn't convinced. He remembered well the way he and his brother got their answers when hunting monsters and he knew they always had a way around finding what they needed. There was always a way. He held his tongue though, not wanting to argue with Sam. It wasn't worth it.
When she mentioned Tenley, his guard went up just a little. It wasn't that he didn't trust Sam to know about her. It was just that he knew he didn't tell her so she had to find out from someone else or some other way. She started to explain, and he could tell she was hesitant about it. She had another power he didn't know about then. She said that when his emotions were strong, she could see what he was thinking about and last time they met up in the bookstore, he was looking for a story for Tenley. It made sense. He felt himself calm a little, his face softening, as often the subject of his daughter would do. She went on to assure him she didn't tell anyone besides Kit. He scowled a little but nodded. If there was anyone he could trust not to do anything bad with the information, he knew Kit would never do that. She was his niece, after all.
Figuring he needed to assure her better, he offered a small smile. "I believe you, Sam. It's okay. Yeah, Amelia and I have a long complicated history. I'm sure you remember my strong dislike of vampires......okay, hatred. I hated the bastards cause of what one did to my mother. Amelia worked hard on turning that opinion around. I saved her life and we became close. Friendship became something more, yada, yada. You know the rest." He smirked a little. "She somehow became pregnant and just a few short months later, Tenley came along. She's growing fast, but we're under the impression, she'll reach maturity and become immortal like her mother. We've kept her a secret so covens or hunters don't try to kidnap her and experiment on her. As far as we know, she's the only one of her kind." He hoped that would help her realize just how important it was to keep her secret.
When he explained about what Kit did, he could see she was troubled by it. She told him she didn't know what happened but she did know Kit was looking for him. He only wondered how long his dear brother had been doing that. Was it just a sudden idea when he woke up some day or was there more to the story of his disappearance? Suddenly, Troy found himself earnest to know. He nodded. "I'd like to know myself, so I guess we'll have to see about that reunion." He offered a small smirk. She told him she wanted him in her life and he nodded again in understanding. "It's okay, Sam. I get it. I'll behave myself." He said with a sly smirk this time and a twinkle in his eyes. He didn't want her worrying about them getting into an all-out brawl and never wanting to see each other again.
As she got up, she pulled him with her. With a chuckle, he let her put her arm through his as they started to walk. She asked about Tenley and his smile brightened. "Of course she does. The princess gets whatever she wants." He laughed a little before shrugging. "She's a little spoiled but I promise she's a good kid, not rotten. She loves to go on secret adventures in the garden behind the house and each of her stuffed animals has their own name and story. The house staff absolutely adore her. I just wish we could bring her around kids her own age, let her make some friends... I know we're doing the right thing but sometimes I wish it didn't have to be so hard on her." He looked off for a moment in contemplation before sighing. "But enough negative thoughts. Have you got everything for the baby yet? If not, I've got plenty of pink stuff from when Tenley was born, since we've got the gender laid out." He said with a teasing wink.