It was the strangest of feelings that so accosted him in that moment, Dorian very nearly dropping his history book, that man having barely reached WWI in his slow progression of the history of the world when something almost akin to a jolt of alarm so seemed to afflict him. It was an unbidden feeling, one he hardly welcomed, Dorian frowning slightly from his position upon the lounge within his own home. This one of the few nights he had been home this week, the man having left Sebastian to his own devices for this evening in order to spend some time with his roommate. Their relationship of late....strained perhaps and yet Dorian was assured it was hardly beyond repair. Samantha having been very near her usual self this evening, assuring him she would return later. The Fae King having contented himself with reading for the better part of the evening, a notepad rested beside him, several neat, printed words that he was assured required further explanation from Samantha listed upon it- before that jolt. It was a distinctly uncomfortable feeling, something almost akin to a sudden anxiousness, a need to.....find Samantha or in the very least assure himself of her wellbeing, the man reaching for that gold-coloured Letter Sender he so adored. Sebastian and Samantha were but the only people within it, the man easily selecting Samantha's name before typing that message to her and sending it, resting the Sender atop his chest for several moments longer to wait for her response.

Each passing moment however only brought silence, that feeling within himself growing only more uncomfortable, Dorian hardly choosing to question it now before he moves to stand, reaching for his jacket and sliding it into place before tucking the Sender back into his pocket and stepping out the front door. It was colder then he anticipated, the Monarch holding little knowledge of just where Samantha was, his feet merely choosing to walk in one direction. How absurd this all was! Surely he was being foolish? Samantha would surely laugh at him when he found her and yet it was distinctly unlike the woman not to reply to his Letters in due time. Perhaps she was merely occupied with her male suitor. Such thoughts are pressed easily aside once more, the man heading further into that west side territory. This was....not a particularly nice area, Dorian averting his gaze deliberately from any individual whom passed him. Of all he had learned since arriving in this city it was most assuredly that it was better to have other ignore him, Dorian having developed quite the like of anonymity on occasion.

He pauses easily outside a rather large unattractive boat of sorts, one eye lifted at the Noah's Ark writing printed upon the side of that rusted hull. If this was truly the holy vessel that Christ had so instructed Noah to build it was distinctly less holy then he had imagined, a grimace of sorts tugging at his features. He could feel that iron within it, the ship veritably built from it. Surely Samantha was not in there and yet....it felt distinctly as if she was. The inside of the ship, he supposed, was vastly superior to the outside and the disagreeable characters that seemed to linger around those abandoned warehouses and dockyards. This entire place seemed to hold a distinct smell of fish. How displeasing this was. Dorian moves easily then to step within the ship at last, carefully to prevent any part of him touching the sides before heading upstairs, hardly knowing at all where he was going and yet that need to find Samantha was nearly overwhelming now.

"Samantha!"

His voice merely echoed around that empty ship, Dorian eyeing those rings below with confusion, this some sort of....modern sport perhaps before his hand lifted to rap against the door from which he was assured he could hear voices- how bizarre this all was, what on earth was Samantha doing in a place like this? He presses upon the door now, gently opening it, eyeing what appeared to be a bedroom of sorts before that silver gaze rests upon a woman he hardly knows, a truly giant spotted cat, a wolf he is assured is Raven and Samantha, clutching a pillow upon that bed she shared with both animals.

"I....am very confused...."

That hiss spat at him by the Leopard sees him recoil briefly, utter confusion adorning his features before Samantha's distress becomes clear, the Fae crossing the room now in a hurry to reach for his companion. A nod given to Raven all the same.

"Samantha? What on earth is going on? What has happened? Who upset you?!"

If it was any one of the beings within this room he was entirely assured he would defend her honor and right whatever wrong had been done.