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

Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
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 Griffin

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

Death is the answer to life;


Posted on July 22, 2018 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton



It was already late, there was no trace of the sun as the night absorbed day, he had worked late again. There was a merger going on and he had to finalize the last of the details. The man hadn't had much sleep either, trying to make sure everything went off without a hitch was proving to be more strenuous than ever before. Not to mention, he had bought the property he had been eyeballing. It was a vast piece of land just outside of the city limits. There was plenty of space for his inner bear to roam, of course the conditions were hardly ideal, it wasn't the arctic or Canada. It wouldn't be long before he built a home there, but judging how things were and time constraints would he even be able to enjoy it? He had a city flat just a few blocks from his highrise. It was hardly the space his inner animal desired. It was hardly a place he even felt at home in.

The last month he had been the last one to leave the office every night, his bear felt like a caged animal, pacing relentlessly down that metaphorical line. He had once again pushed down to suppress those instincts and needs. Different shades of agitation coloured his pallet of emotions as of late. There was very little time for himself and even less time for letting his inner bear free. Tonight he was particularly on edge, it felt like the polar bear wanted out. It practically felt like it was clawing at his insides as if threatening to break through the surface of his weak human skin. Paperwork was the bane of his existence and he was swimming, no drowning in it. He was done, finished. A growl escaped him, a sound that was grating and hardly human as he hastily threw his things in his briefcase absent mindedly that he hadn't even bothered to do up the latch properly. He wanted out of this cage, this glass prison building. It didn't matter how pretty it was on the outside, but the inside was feeling more and more like a rusted cage.

Those moments in the elevator felt like eternity, he didn't even utter a word to the security man and people who came after hours to clean. They saw the look on his face and didn't dare say a word. He moved with haste, knowing that if he spent a moment longer in here his inner bear would force through his feeble skin, burst through and who know what kind of damage and turmoil would ensue. This is what made it near impossible for most weres to have any kind of stable job, especially the predators. There was constantly a murderous animal wanting to come out. But not many had the resolve like Oliver had, but even still, a month of neglecting his inner beast just a few days away from the next full moon. It was precarious, agonizing game he was toying with. A balance he would surely lose if he continued to play with it, test it, push it until he obliterated everything.

He descended those shallow concrete steps, powerful strides bring him that much closer to home. He would walk, he had far too much energy mingling and churning within him a tumultuous pit of feral. He was entirely oblivious to his surroundings, including the fact that his briefcase was half opened, the poorly hinged latch had nearly come undone in the elevators. As he hastily walked it only jarred it open further with the weight of the important contents of that merger and other invaluable documents within it were moments away from spilling out.

That was when they suddenly began to fall out, one by one catching the howling wind created by cars.. But he was too fixated on getting home to notice. That was when a voice, a small demure voice reaching through the engrossed haze he was within, he could barely hear it. But that was the very reason why it captured his attention. There was something about the voice, maybe it was the gentleness within or maybe it was so out of place in this frantic wasteland? Or perhaps it was its frailty that spoke resonated something within him. Regardless, he froze, mid-step, his face hard and etched in a frown he simply could not help because of the foul mood that had all but absorbed him now.

The surly English man whirled around to face the source of that voice, his face illuminated in warm artificial light given off from a nearby lantern. There stood a petite dark-haired woman, she had seemed so small, shy, and fragile. Like one touch without care could cause her to shatter. She was still mid-reach as though she were trying to reach for him, most likely to garner his attention. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. It was in a split moment that papers were thrust toward him. His papers, what the.. He took the papers perplexed for a moment. He looked down as the briefcase spilled the rest of the papers from it. A grumble escapes him, he had been so absent-minded. So distracted. His dark shadowy eyes met her chocolate gaze, roving over her features. There was something different about her, something to do with her energy that he couldn't quite put a finger on. He had been so absent-minded.

"Uh thank you.. Miss?" His tone was dark, yet trying to be pleasant his, his accent probably helped with that. After all, she had only been trying to help. He bent down to gather the rest of his papers, save for a few when a sudden gust of wind swept them up and took them down the street and across the road. "Shit.." He rarely ever swore. He quickly shoved the papers and the ones she handed him and shoved them into his briefcase. Without these papers, the merger could be ruined.. They hadn't made other copies yet and this was the final draft! He ran a frustrated hand through his shadowy black hair. The woman looked entirely exhausted, he almost asked her if she was alright. But he needed to gather up those papers before he lost track of them. "I can't afford to lose these." He frowned before getting up to chase after them. He felt bad just leaving her there standing.. After all, it could have been much much worse if she hadn't caught it when she did.


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