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
All he could think of while he was talking was how it was going to affect Sam and the things she'd been through in her past. He didn't want to overwhelm her or stress her in any way, especially right now. She'd also told him how much harder it was to control her powers now with the pregnancy. Emotions were already sensitive to her. It was sure it wasn't getting any easier with Troy in the room. He was impulsive, not one to sit back and think about it first, like Kit would. He was a ticking time bomb and it was easy to see he was pissed about this. Kit didn't blame him for that. He would be pissed too if it was his brother, but he worried about what it would do to Sam.
His fears were confirmed when he looked down and saw the shadows forming around her like a wall, like the darkness was protecting her. Sam cursed and as she jumped up, it disappeared, but Kit was worried. Of course, Troy didn't help matters, calling it badass instead. Kit turned a scolding look on him but Sam beat him to it, telling him it didn't feel badass when she couldn't control her powers. It terrified her. That made Kit's face soften as he reached for her, wanting to comfort her, if she allowed it. Troy looked regretful, too, his face falling at her words before he shook his head. "You're right, not fun. Sorry. Anything I can do?" He offered her an olive branch, obviously not wanting her to be mad at him. That made Kit smirk a little. Seems she still had some power over his brother, to get him to give in that easily. Usually Troy put up more of a fight.
He was successfully distracted, though, by Sam stepping into his arms. He let his arms wrap around her and breathed her in, burying his nose in her neck. Just knowing she was there, safe, was enough for the moment. When Troy asked about the location, though, he felt Sam tense in his arms. She stepped back and shook her head, telling them that neither of them would go there. She started to say something else but her voice trailed off, a myriad of emotions crossing her delicate features before she finished by saying she didn't want them going there. Kit sighed and looked at his brother, wondering if he would give in on this one. Troy looked torn for a minute, his jaw clenched as if he wanted to put his foot down. But as his gaze found his brother's, he could see the pleading there and he softened.
Finally, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, I won't go. But can I ask some Dark Hunters to go check it out? I just want to be sure they're gone. I won't be able to let it go until I know." He reached out, sure that Sam would be worried about it one way or anything until they all knew for sure, too. When she turned to tell Kit she definitely didn't want him there, Kit shook his head with a soft smile. "Don't worry, my love. I overstayed my welcome there. Not looking to go back, ever." She talked about losing someone else and while Kit looked a little curious, the sad look on Troy's face was enough to halt any questions he might have for now. Troy would never forget.
She said no more talk of revenge and urged them to catch up. That made both brothers smile as she then stepped away, asking if she should cook or order out. Kit smiled. "Why don't we order tonight? That way you can relax, too. Your pick." He offered with a sly smirk, knowing she had her favorite places in town. Troy rubbed his stomach. "You know me. I'll eat anything. Just order lots of it." Kit chuckled. He was still Troy, after all.