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
The more the conversation went on, the more worried he grew for the red headed Fae at his side. He could sense her energy waning through the hand contact they had and he urged his own energy to resupply her, even though he wasn't sure it worked like that. She must have been trying to keep her own magic focused on Troy but Kit could only sense his anger growing as more of the story came out. His little brother had a temper and he would want vengeance on the coven that took him. If he waited just a little longer, he would see it was no longer necessary. Big brother had already taken care of it. Kit didn't want Sam overdoing herself, especially when her energy was already been pulled on by the Fae child in her womb. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze to caution her, his look soft as he cut to her for just a second before looking at Troy again.
At least, things were only a little awkward with the three of them and their shared history. When Sam kissed him, Kit could see the flicker of something in his brother's eyes before he covered it back up and cleared his throat teasingly, just as any brother would do with PDA. He was glad Troy was willing to accept their relationship so easily. Sam told him to hush and Troy flashed her his biggest grin before shaking his head and taking a seat. "You know that'll never happen."
Kit couldn't help but keep checking on the pregnant Fae as the story went on. He didn't like seeing that look in her eyes, like she was back in her own nightmare with the girls who turned her. He took his free hand and ran it over their joined hands in support. When he told them about the coven needing his blood, he could see the mixed horror in both Sam and Troy's eyes. Sam went to say something then stopped, her voice trailing off. At the same time, Troy leaned forward, loathing in his eyes. "What?!" He cried out in unison with Sam's voice. Kit sighed and held up his free hand to quiet them. Sam then let out her own anger, telling him to assure her that he ended them.
Kit cut his eyes to hers, though amusement glittered in his blue gaze, his lips twitching toward a smirk. Then he nodded. "They are no more. At the last place, they put me too close to some rebar and I managed to cut it and get free. I pretended to still be tied until one came to bring me food and I ambushed her then put poison powder in the air ducts and waited for the others to breathe it in. I was too weak to do much fighting." He shrugged as he looked to his brother, not wanting Troy to see him as any less of a fighter just because he didn't physically take out all the witches holding him hostage. They barely fed him, not wanting him to put up a fight when they went to move him or bleed him. He only got enough to stay alive.
"Once the place was quiet, I held my breath and ran to the nearest door. Thankfully, it was an exit." He didn't notice the shadowy tendrils until his hand and Sam's were pulled apart. Glancing down with a gasp, he looked from the shadows to her as she cursed, his brows furrowed in worry. She jumped to her feet and Kit stood too, wanting to take her in his arms and comfort her but not wanting to touch her if that's not what she wanted right now. Troy smirked. "Badass, Sam." He said approvingly.
When she asked if there was more to be worried about, Kit shook his head. "In all the years they had me, I only saw the five that took me. No one else came or went. I'm sure they kept the circle small so they wouldn't have to share their secret with anyone else. I stayed around the building a few days to make sure. There was only one door to get in or out, probably by their design. I watched it but no one came." He wanted to assure both of them that he didn't forget his training. He kept checking to make sure he wasn't being followed either, reaching out with his magic and using his other senses. He was weak at that time, but he wasn't dumb. He held out his hands toward Sam, letting her make the decision to be touched as his face fell.
"I would die before I'd let anything happen to either of you, too. Trust me, no one is left." Troy stood, already looking restless. "Give me directions to where you were last. I want to go scope it out, just to confirm." Kit sighed as he looked to his brother. He knew he would do the same in that position so he couldn't be upset with him. Finally, he nodded. "Okay, I'll show you on a map." His gaze cut back to Sam, hoping it would assure her, as well, to know Troy was going to follow up.