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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
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
How is very heart fluttered anxiously as his sibling inspected that car he had been gifted! Dorian was near assured Aiden liked that gift and yet until the man so confirmed that very fact somehow, Dorian was assured that nervousness might never leave him. Matteo, after all, most surely must have seen something akin to disastrous if he had seen fit to warn them all that there was a chance Aiden might not respond well to that gift. Dorian so distinctly hoping that he would- not only for all the trouble they had gone to for such a thing, but too, for Matteo himself. After all, for all Dorian's own inability to understand just why Aiden had been so very distant of late he knew distinctly well that whatever it was seemed to have taken its toll on their Father. Matteo, despite his efforts to conceal it, had been veritably fraught with worry over Aiden for weeks now. How very much so hinged upon that gift. Aiden so at last returned to the front of that glorious machine. The Were rendered near speechless in those moments that followed and yet even Dorian was aware of that simper that hinted at his features. The very relief that so flowed through his own chest prompting his grip upon Sebastian's hand to tighten a little more in delight. The Monarch was thankful in that moment for Matteo's efforts in stepping forward and assisting the clearly overwhelmed Aiden to not only understand how they had come by that gift but to- in accepting that it truly was his own. Aiden, near on auto-piolet, seemed to offer their Father that card and whiskey to hold as he made his way toward the drivers side door. The Alpha halted only by Matteo's insistence he should hardly drive to fast. Even Dorian rather inclined to believe such a request was somewhat futile. He had, after all, so experienced Aiden's version of driving withinItaly. His brother having taught him just what speed truly meant. It was Aiden's near casual use of the word 'Dad' however, that seemed to shock Matteo into stillness in turn.
Dorian's own gaze so widened but briefly in surprise. Aiden, he knew, so preferred to refer to their Father as Matteo. Dorian himself equally as guilty of that habit and yet, more than once, he himself had referred to the ancient Fae by that very title Dorian knew he so adored. To finally be gifted such a thing from Aiden in turn was ...terribly significant. A warm simper so found the Monarch's own features then. How rare it was to see Matteo so caught off guard by anything! Dorian assured he need remember this very moment as he glanced upward toward Sebastian before gently releasing his husbands hand to wander closer to that car itself. Dorian so hardly wishing to ruin Matteo's own moment with any words as the Frenchman seemed to struggle to come to terms with his newfound status as 'Dad'. That, Dorian was assured, was by far the kindest gift Aiden could surely have ever afforded him. It was Alexander's sudden insistence however that Sebastian could ride to the cafe with Matteo and himself that prompted the Fae King to pause. His silver gaze so readily found Alexander's own then with that insistence his Grandfather at least keep an eye on his Father. Sebastian, after all, was nothing short of uncomfortable in Matteo's presence. Matteo, in turn, so seemed to enjoy making the vampire as uncomfortable as possible. Dorian quote assured he should like his husband returned to him in the same condition in which he was leaving him.
Sebastian's insistence that such a thing would be 'a pleasure' was most certainly the very opposite of what his husband felt and yet, for now, Dorian's own attention returned to that glorious vehicle ahead of him and his now openly grinning sibling. How glorious it was to see Aiden happy! Dorian inclined to realise just how fiercely he had missed his sibling in the wake of that depression the other man seemed to have found himself within. Perhaps Aiden and himself were not, yet, as decidedly close as other siblings were and yet, before Aiden's retreat from the world he had come to enjoy exchanging those texts with his sibling, those occasional visits and family events. How very thrilled he was to see Aiden pulled out of that dark place. Dorian's own request to sit in that car in was met with that insistence the door was already open, the Fae King so hurrying to the passenger side in clear delight to settle himself within it and close that door down behind him. How exquisite it was inside! Dorian utterly unable to prevent that look of awe that found his features as his silver gaze brushed over each and every part of that interior. His hands, however, remained within his lap. Dorian well versed on Aiden's preference for his not touching those buttons that lingered upon the dashboard. Dorian far to mesmerized with that car itself all the same. The Monarch had no sooner clicked his seatbelt into place then Aiden reached for a white-ringed, glowing button of sorts. The car roaring to life beneath them.
Such terrific sound! Dorian gaze shifted to meet his siblings own in appreciation of that very rumble, the grin upon Aiden's features seeming to widen all the more before he insisted they could surely take 'the scenic route' and still arrive at their destination ahead of their Father, Grandfather and Sebastian. An easy chuckle so hummed from Dorian in response, a warm grin finding his own features then before he shook his head.
"I cannot say that I have. I've seen him ride a horse, but not drive a car. Matteo says he is far to slow though and Alexander thinks Matteo is a terrible driver altogether. They fight about it often. Poor Sebastian is stuck with them both."
It was rather unfortunate they had no room for Sebastian in their own car and yet, surely, the vampire could survive that short trip, couldn't he? Aiden so began to steer that car smoothly forward then. Dorian near inclined to forget his concerns for his husband (just this one time) as the car rolled forward and out of those warehouse doors and onto the road outside. The Monarch unable to deny his own excitement at the prospect of driving the car away from the warehouses and onto more open road. How smooth that car already drove even at such minor speeds! Dorian so readily beginning to notice just how much attention they seemed to be attracting even from those few beings whom lingered upon the docks at night, working those evening or late shifts. Near each and every one of them pausing to stare as that sleek car rolled by.
"Everybody is looking at us."
Dorian was, by way of his very position, distinctly used to being stared at and yet he rather suspected it was not himself those beings were glancing at, Dorian barely visible behind those window all the same, but rather, that car itself seemed to be attracting no small amount of attention. Its appearance,its sound, seeming to attract even those hidden beings from the laneways and rooftops of the West side- each of them peering in curiosity at that machine. Dorian, tonight, so hardly concerned for his own safety in any sense. Not with Aiden beside him and such a car around them. It was only as they began to glide out of the West and toward that more open highway that a different, near alarming thought seemed to occur to him. His gaze suddenly shift to his siblings own.
"Aiden?"
He waited only so long as it took his brother to acknowledge that sound.
"How fast can this car truly go? We left the whiskey with Matteo and Alexander and frankly I'm not at all assured that was a wise decision. That whiskey is about one hundred and twenty thousand dollars a bottle and you might never see it again if we leave it with them too long. Drive, Aiden. Drive!"
A sudden grin so found the Monarch's features then at that near amused look his sibling presented him. Dorian so allowed his shoulders to shrug in good humour.
"I always wanted to say that, just like they do in the movies."
Dorian Aragona