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
The first thing he could think of when he saw Troy standing in the doorway to their apartment was that he hated having Sam in the middle of this. Her emotions were already all over the place with the hormones and the last thing she needed was their family drama causing her any unnecessary stress. He had figured he could meet up with Troy alone somewhere and hash everything out. Looks like Sam had taken care of it, though. She meant well, but he was worried about her stress with the baby. Fae children were so fragile and precious, each pregnancy was considered high risk. He would never forgive himself if something happened to their child because of this and he knew Troy would blame himself as well. Because of that, he couldn't stop looking at her, making sure she was okay, that she wasn't stressing too much.
He knew that her and Troy were pretty close. He had to care about her or he wouldn't just drop what he was doing to come meet her with a simple call. She was important to him. He would have liked to be a fly on the wall for their conversation on the way to the apartment, to see her reassuring Troy about putting things into perspective. She told Troy she missed him and trailed off, waving her hand to say how she needed to escape. Troy was understanding, nodding as he replied, "I know, Sam. And It's okay. You're back now. That's all that matters." He even added a little prod of his elbow playfully. She teased his little brother and told him it was the first time he didn't look worried about her, before confessing that she wouldn't hesitate to throw herself between them or use her powers to sedate their emotions, if necessary. She told him she was powerful and he'd raised his free hand in surrender again as he laughed.
"Yes, ma'am, understood. Neither of those will be necessary, pinky swear." He even held out his pinky with a cheeky smirk. They then turned the conversation to Troy's daughter and Sam talked about all the time she spent with someone named Nadya's children, watching them. Troy listened patiently as he smiled. "Well, she's a handful, but I'm sure she'd love having someone new to play with." They went on about how she was a vampire, but her control over bloodlust was well in-hand. She was impressed and said as much, before mentioning how much Dorian must love her. Troy laughed at that and ran a hand through his head. "I don't know that I'd say love, but he wasn't as hesitant to reach out to her once he was told multiple times that she wouldn't eat him." Troy had smirked at that, sure that she could picture Dorian being wary around a baby.
Sam listened patiently when he explained about his fiance's pregnancy, saying how it must have been a shock and how they didn't have a lot of time to prepare. Troy shook his head in agreement. "Not at all. Good thing Amelia has contacts. She knew a doctor who was able to do some research and keep up with the pregnancy from start to finish." When she mentioned that she didn't even know she could get pregnant, Troy smirked sheepishly. "It's not as common for a turned fae to reproduce, but it has been done. It's just that much harder to carry a fae child to term when your body wasn't born for it. Means lots of rest and NO stress." He emphasized.
When he told her what Tenley was into, she went right along and he smiled...right up until she started laughing and explained she was picturing him watching My Little Pony. That made Troy scowl and mock glare at her. "I'll have you know Rainbow Dash is my girl and we never miss an episode." He even looked smug about it, like there was nothing at all to be ashamed about. She said that she could handle the colors and dolls as they made it up to the apartment...and of course that was when everything else came about. Kit didn't get to see any of that, but he probably would have laughed about most of it. Even as the chestnut haired fae came around the corner, he already knew something was off. He could feel it in the air, a sort of tension that wasn't there before.
And when he turned the corner and saw none other than his long lost brother standing there, he knew exactly what it was. He could hear Sam speaking in a low voice, presumably trying to keep Troy calm. When his blue gaze met her own, though, she smiled and Kit felt it in every inch of his body. It was like a warm glow that melted him from the inside out and he couldn't help but smile back at her, even in the midst of everything. It wasn't until he forced his gaze back to Troy that his face sobered. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do. The hurt in Troy's eyes was enough to make him want to throw his arms around his little brother and protect him from the world, just like when they were kids. But he knew this time, he was the one who put the pain there. Like it was far away, Kit heard Sam talking to him, telling him she didn't go shopping. It seemed pretty obvious in the moment, but he spoke back even as his gaze never left Troy this time.
"So I see." His voice wasn't mad or disappointed, rather amused, if anything. He was actually impressed she had managed to keep it a secret and go meet up with Troy to bring him here. He was going to keep putting off seeing his brother, anyway, just because he didn't want to stress Sam, so maybe it was better that she went out and got it done. Once everything came out in the open, they could all move on and move forward. That was better for everyone. When Sam reached out to touch Troy's arm, he allowed his gaze to go to her hand for a moment as if contemplating. A part of him wanted to rip that arm off for daring to touch Sam, but he knew that was an overreaction. She was trying to calm him, speaking again in a low voice. Kit had to remember that she could probably feel his emotion much stronger right now.
When he started to tell Troy what happened, he should have known Sam would have a reaction as well. She repeated the word "kidnapping," and he couldn't help but shrug with a sheepish smile. They never really got around to talking about it, so he guessed she would get to hear the whole thing right along with Troy. Of course, he knew Sam's story about being kidnapped and tortured, so he didn't want to volunteer it before because it might dredge up bad memories for her again. He didn't want to make her re-live her own experience anymore than she had to. He hated the idea of stressing her in any way. She asked about sitting down and he sighed before nodding, his gaze still watching Troy carefully. "Yeah, sounds good." He murmured softly as he moved to set beside her. Troy was looked at him in shock still after he spoke the first time, but he slowly moved as if his feet was in concrete.
Once Troy was seating on the other couch, Kit sighed again, eying him once more. His brother had grown some in the years apart. He looked more mature in a way, not older so much as experienced. When Sam twisted her fingers through his own, Kit moved his gaze to hers for a moment, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She explained why she didn't tell him and he brought his other hand to place over their entwined ones before meeting her gaze. "I'm glad, too. Thank you for this." He searched her gaze for a moment, wanting to make sure she knew he meant it before he turned his gaze back to his brother. "Troy....I know you probably think I left you, but it wasn't like that. I went to the lobby to see if they had a breakfast bar that morning, but there was no one in sight. No one at the desk, no one in the halls. I got a bad feeling and instead of being smart and going back to get you, I decided to take a peek around. That's when they grabbed me."