East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Barista Alexis Wilde

Red on the Water

Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Marcello

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

TO WIN ANY BATTLE,


Posted on May 02, 2017 by MAGNÚS RÓARR DVÆRG
East

MAGNÚS RÃ"ARR DVÆRG
BROTHER of IÃ"RKÆLL & STALLARI of ÚTLAGI
w e r e l i o n


She seemed in a trance; deep mahogany eyes traveling the intricacies of the work that marked his thick skin. Though his ego was ill enough to claim her attention; he admired her love for art. However, what she does was unexpected and it causes a crooked grin to tug upon his plush lips, one that only encouraged her further. His vivid blue eyes fall to her most petite fingers as they trace the outlines of the anchor, tumble down his ribs and abdominal muscles. There was something about her tiny stature that provoked all that was feral within him...

Magnus had a thing for art himself, of course.

And perhaps even for pain.

The mammoth of a man that stood before the fragile little China doll was a freak in many ways. In some ways he was strangely proud of, others he would never admit. And even more so, in ways that he was yet to be aware of. Some of pieces put upon display were his own. There was no idle time for Magnus, he had no desire to go mad. He was the Master of suppression and creative outlets. Outside of drawing and his career path, he plays lead guitar once a month with a local metal band that he named "Black Heart Bleeding". There wasn't much he couldn't do if he put his mind to it.

Just as most, the wasted potential was a sickening shame.

The point of life was to experience, was it not?

There were more "oh wells" than "what ifs" on his list.

Unlike Mi who tells on herself by the brilliant blush upon her cheeks. It causes the idle smirk to widen into a grin as he chuckles at her reaction over her words. His eyes spark dangerously, challenging her statement - cocking a brow as she stares boldly up at him regardless of her apparent fibbing. Her own falter and find where their bodies meet, causing her to struck hard by the realize that she had caressing a stranger's skin. His expression softens into another entertained smile as she ruffles her own feathers and struggles for words.

It was endearing; she was deliciously adorable.

She was flushed and the soft scent of pheromones tingle his skin; the beast wakes from his sleep and rattles his chains. Humans were so far from nature though; their chemical and mental communication had long since been forgotten and weakened by the generations. Magnus had complete control and was determined to not have her against the wall when they were found. He drops the hem of his shirt and leans back, allowing her a few moments of silence to collect herself. It was all too obvious that she could be like clay in his deft hands; eager and impressionable. She was sassy and yet so innocent.

Could Magnus really corrupt this little girl?


Of course he could.

"How crazy can you get, kjæledyr?" he already had a nickname for her. Surely she will dispute it, especially if she learns it's meaning. "Don't worry, we've got time and I am all ears." He sinks further on the wall and crosses his arms once more; as if he could get comfortable as he stood there. As if she had a long story to tell of her most adventurous moments. He eyes her curiously, waiting her response.

TO WIN ANY BATTLE
you must fight as though you are already dead





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