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.
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
Despite the pain his brother put him through when he disappeared, Troy couldn't bring himself to paint Kit in a bad light when it came to Sam and the baby. He had to believe his brother was still the same guy he was before all that, the dependable one, the one that would never leave. And if they've been meeting up and hanging out already for weeks, he had no reason to believe Kit would ever think about leaving her. He was too loyal for that. Or at least, he used to be. He tilted his head toward the other fae when she told him she didn't know what happened but it didn't make him a bad person. Troy shook his head with a scowl. "Oh no, I wasn't saying that at all. Kit was always the reliable one. It was just a shock to the system, you could say, when he up and disappeared on me. I never would have believed it. I want to hear his explanation. I don't believe he could ever stop caring." He wanted to believe that with all his heart, anyway.
When she reminded him of her own disappearance, he winced, hating to recall those dark times when he couldn't stop seeking out Dorian like a lost puppy, wondering where they could find her, if there'd been any contact yet. He was surprised the guy could still put up with him after all that. He nodded. "I know. You were grieving, though, Sam. You were in pain and nothing in Sacrosanct was helping. Probably not even my incessant presence." He added with a little smirk. "There was nothing like that with me and Kit. At least, nothing he was telling me about at the time. We shared everything. There were no secrets between us. So for him to just take off like that....." His face crumbled a little again and he was sure he didn't have to go on. She could tell it hurt. Sighing, he looked back at her. "I was hurt when you left, too, but I already told you that. I looked for you for weeks, months. Just like I did for Kit. It took me a while to figure out you weren't coming back any time soon."
She said he had to give someone a chance to make things right. He smiled and squeezed her arm a little. "You're right. I can do that." He knew that's what she wanted to hear. He just wanted answers. When he said he would behave, she teased him, asking when he'd ever behaved and he laughed a little. "Got me there." He agreed with a grin. She threatened to stand between them and he threw his free hand up in surrender. "Alright, alright. No need for that. I would never endanger you or the baby, but you know that."
When she asked about Tenley, he couldn't help as it all came pouring out. He loved his little girl with all his heart and he could never tire of talking about her. Plus, there wasn't many people he could talk about her with, not besides Amelia, who was always there with him to see everything herself. She agreed the best ones are spoiled and said she'd have someone to play with soon. Troy smiled, glad for it. He was sure he could get Amelia to warm up to the idea and Tenley would be over the moon for someone to play with, even someone younger than her. She asked to see pictures and videos later and he lit up. "Okay, but you asked for it. I've got like four albums dedicated to her. Almost had to get another phone just to collect more." She asked about babysitting and he smiled. "Thank you for that. I'll mention it to Amelia so she'd have a playmate, too. We have a nanny who lives at the house that absolutely adores her, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind an extra hand or two."
She said they were both having special children and he nodded. "Yep, looks like it." Of course, he should have known Sam didn't know all the specifics about Tenley. She asked about her immortality and he could see the questions in her eyes. It was the same with Dorian and Sebastian when they met her for the first time. There was of course, going to be apprehension, especially with the differences of species. He smiled softly. "She's got her mother's tendencies. Feeds on blood and can't go in the daylight. She's very disciplined for her age. I've been around her since birth so she learned to curb her hunger early on. Dorian could even tell you when you see him how well behaved she was around him. No sensitivity to fae." He was proud of his little girl's skills. Was it a little disappointing that she wasn't more fae? Of course. But he would take her any way she came. She was still his daughter and he didn't love her any less.
She asked if Tenley was growing faster and he nodded. "Amelia's pregnancy only lasted a few months versus all nine needed for human children. She was born perfectly healthy and she's been growing what seems like months in a matter of days. It's not a super rapid growth, but definitely more advanced than normal." When she flushed, he met her gaze to assure her. "It's alright. Everyone's bound to have questions and you're right. This is part of why we keep her hidden, so it doesn't get into the wrong hands. But the few people who are trusted to know....are allowed to ask." He smiled. She asked about cartoons and colors next and he laughed before answering. "Actually she loves My Little Pony and Teen Titans. Oh and Blue is her favorite color, this week anyway." He smirked a little as he thought of her ever changing mind.
"She loves anything animal related or dress-up games with dolls." He told her as they made their way up the stairs of an apartment building. As he spoke, Troy looked around, taking in the humble building. It was definitely something Kit would be at home in. They always picked cheap motel rooms when they were hunting together, anything to blend in. Not that the place looked cheap. If anything, the buildings were kept up nice and there were added touches like live plants and fresh paint on most of the doors. It was well cared for. She said they didn't have anything for the baby yet and she would be grateful as long as Amelia didn't mind. He nodded. "She'll be fine with it." He assured her. He knew Amelia and he would have to have a long conversation about Sam and everything that went with it, but he was sure she would come around and like her, too.
He went to step in the apartment with her, forgetting for just one moment why they were there. That is, until she called out his name. Suddenly, Troy's throat went dry and he found himself looking around more like a cornered animal. He knew at any moment, his brother was going to walk around the corner of the hallway and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. His heart was hammering. He heard the familiar voice call back, "Coming, coming! Do you have something heavy and need a pair of strong arms to carry it in?" The playful tone took him back for a moment before a very familiar head of chestnut hair with piercing blue eyes came around that very corner and they locked gazes for a few seconds. For what felt like hours, they both froze, Troy at the doorway and Kit in the hall, both just staring at each other. Finally, Kit swallowed and looked at Sam.
Troy watched his eyes rake her head to tail as if checking to make sure she was okay with a sensory glance. It was almost adorable, if he was in the forgiving kind of mood, which he wasn't. Once he figured out there was nothing wrong, Kit then brought his gaze back to Troy and took a breath. He took a step toward him and Troy stiffened. Getting the hint, Kit stopped and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, a nervous gesture the brothers had in common. "You're probably pretty overwhelmed right now...." He started. Troy tried really hard to find words to say, but his throat felt raw as he simply stared at his brother. Looking back at Sam as if to gauge how she was doing with all this, Kit threw his hands up in surrender as he looked back at Troy. "I know I have a lot of explaining to do. To start with, my disappearance wasn't so much a disappearance as it was a kidnapping.....against my will." The moment the words were said, Troy's brows furrowed in question, but his body relaxed just a little. He came for answers and it seemed Kit was ready to give just that.