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.

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
Manager Raven 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

his clothes are in my room


Posted on December 13, 2020 by Samantha Cassidy
West
Samantha Cassidy
Maybe this princess could save herself.



That sounds like a pretty good story too.


Samantha hated to bring the conversation to her own disappearance, and yet she felt it entirely necessary to remind him of her own abrupt departure not that long ago. After all, he hadn't thought that she was a bad person, right? And his own response verified just that, that she was grieving. That there was a reason she had left Sacrosanct. She didn't want to force too much of that emotion on him right now, she could already see the way his face fell ever-so-slightly. "Again, I have no idea what happened between you two, I just... wanted to put things in perspective a bit." She said gently. Samantha gave a weak smile at his next words. "I missed you too. And Dorian. But I just..." She waved a hand in the air, as if the atmosphere itself might have a better explanation. "I was caving in on myself and I needed to escape it. But it was never, ever anything personal."

Their teasing came back so naturally between the two of them. It was such a relief to hear the teasing tone in his voice, the smile behind his eyes. "I think this is the first conversation we've had in a long time where you didn't look worried about me," She admitted. "But I'm serious. If the two of you start trying to throw punches, I'm getting in between you two. Either that, or I'm going to use my power to sedate you both." It was a gentle warning, one she didn't really mean, and yet she'd do anything she needed to protect both boys, even from each other. "And you know I'm powerful, don't you forget." The last bit was said in that teasing, playful tone of hers before she pulled him along the sidewalk and redirected their conversation to that of his tiny daughter.

"I love baby pictures, and I love that tiny baby smell..." Samantha gushed, happy to have such a pleasant conversation to direct to. Truly, she couldn't wait to meet Tenley, and even his fiancé, even if the notion of Troy with a vampire still seemed completely off. "And you wouldn't be you if you didn't have tons of pictures. Even if you just want someone to come play, I'm happy to do so. I love kids. I used to nanny for Nadya's kids when I still lived here. I miss playing with little kids." She'd loved the way they would cuddle and put their face in the nook of her neck. The way they would look when they first woke up from a nap. Even the way they had thrown their little tantrums had been utterly incredible. Samantha couldn't wait to experience that with her own child, and with Kit alongside her... That feeling in the pit of her stomach swelled once more, that adoration and something else for Kit.

Those questions she launched into were so cautious, trying to decide exactly how to ask the curious questions that littered her mind. She was relieved that Troy understood her line of questioning and didn't seem remotely offended by it. "That's impressive," Samantha admitted. There had been horror stories of child vampires, ones who could never quite understand how to control their bloodlust. "I can only imagine how much Dorian loves her." She admitted. She quieted, listening to the different way that Amelia's pregnancy had seemed to go. "Oh, wow," She admitted. "I bet that was quite a shock for you guys. Especially since it should have been impossible in the first place. Not much time to adjust at all..." She gave a nod. "I didn't even think I could get pregnant, since I technically died. I... that was quite a shock for me. I'd spent all this time accepting I wouldn't have kids and then..."

Samantha flushed, suddenly aware that she was being exactly the type of person that her parents were trying to hide her from. She held his gaze, listening to his reassurance that it was fine, that there was no reason for her to apologize for her curiosity. Still, Samantha switched her line of questioning to the interests of the child, pleased to hear his response. "I love My Little Pony. Her and I are going to bond over that, that's for sure. Pinkie Pie is my favorite," She smiled, then burst into laughter. "I-I'm sorry. I just pictured you watching My Little Pony and the idea was hilarious to me." Indeed, she couldn't imagine the seemingly tough fae beside her rocking out to Friendship is Magic and the other high pitched songs that the little ponies sang.

"Blue and dolls, I can handle that," Samantha said, her mind now focused on leading him up the stairs, preoccupied with discussing exactly why they hadn't bought anything for their child yet. Samantha had felt it pointless to buy it, only to move it before they were ready. They had plenty of time, after all. Still, that line of thought was gone the instant she stepped into the apartment. It was finally coming together, their little home. She called out Kit's name, shrugging out of her coat and hanging it on the coat rack. She stood protectively beside Troy, trying her best to curb the need to ease the anxiety that radiated off of him. How easily she could take these emotions from him, and yet it was important he feel these emotions and begin to heal.

"It's okay," Samantha said to her companion, pausing just as Kit came around the corner. For a moment, her powers were ignored to Troy's emotions. She felt her own adoration, and her smile grew from her face as she took in the sight of the man. God, she loved him. She loved him, and the instant they were alone she would tell him that very thing. But now was certainly not the time as the two brothers eyed each other both like deer caught in headlights. "I... I didn't go shopping," Samantha said sheepishly, hoping sincerely that Kit would forgive her little white lie. After all, she hadn't wanted to get his hopes up in case Troy hadn't agreed to meet her, or worse, hadn't shown up at all.

Samantha wasn't sure which boy to go to at the moment. Her body screamed at her to go to Kit and wrap herself up in his arms. But she could feel Troy's anxiety, tainted with that hint of bitterness. And that kept her planted firmly between the two. She kept her focus on both the boys and their emotions, ready to intervene if there was any sign of trouble from either of them. Samantha was aware of Kit's gaze on her, and she met his eyes for a brief moment before his attention went to Troy, just as it should. She felt Troy's tense posture as if it were happening to her. Samantha reached out, putting a hand on Troy's arm. She couldn't help herself, allowing herself to influence Troy's emotions just slightly. Just enough to take the edge off that nervousness. "It's okay," She repeated just before Kit spoke.

Kit's words brought Samantha's attention to him. "Kidnapped?" She said quickly. It was certainly not something they had spoken about, that was for sure. And yet they had that in common. Samantha herself had been kidnapped and forcibly turned into the fae she was now. Samantha, too, had lost her family in the process - though it was by her own choice that she didn't return to them now. "Why don't we sit down?" She suggested, gesturing to the fluffy couch. She led them both to the couch, this time taking a seat beside Kit. His presence seemed to give the young woman strength, and for a moment she was merely intoxicated by him. She reached out, taking his hand. Effortlessly, she entwined their fingers before she glanced up at Troy. "I... I wasn't entirely sure I had the right contact information for Troy. I wanted to make absolutely sure that I could do this before I got your hopes up." She said to her boyfriend. "But I'm glad I... I'm glad you both are here."

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