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

My life is but a heartbeat away;


Posted on August 20, 2018 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton


Oliver looked blankly toward the red haired woman whom seemed terribly surprised at the simply fact that he rarely cooked. "No, there isn't much free time, let alone time to cook." The simple mundane task of cooking hardly seemed appealing at all. Maybe if he had all the time in the world, maybe if he wasn't scouring the earth for the man that threatened his and his sister's and his own very existence. That was when she declared with such enthusiasm, that she was going to teach him how to cook. "How hard could it be?" He questioned, his voice laced with unwavering determination. All cooking was.. was the ability to follow directions.

He had never met someone with such high levels of bubbly. His rich brown eyes watch her carefully as though she had suddenly sprouted a horn as she continued that tangent. Yet, he was so terribly amused by it. How someone so little could contain so many words. With a final declaration, she claimed she would teach him. For such a little thing she was incredibly bossy. Finally, she asked if he liked salmon. "I could eat salmon every day of the week.." He admitted, feeling the pangs of hunger all over again. He wasn't picky on the type of fish either but if he had to choose, salmon was up there, near the top.

The conversation shifted to the topic of food shopping. He had backed himself in a corner, all on his own. The man who could sweet talk a deal, that could dominate a room actually had found himself utterly speechless when she asked those simple little words. Can you go with me to the store? Her smile was disarming and her enthusiasm, terrifying. All of that eagerness was all directed entirely at him and he was rendered absolutely useless. She wanted to what? Go food shopping with him? "I uh.." She had him cornered... The little adorable bear thing might as well grew teeth larger than his own. He had no choice but to agree with her. Maybe he could distract her enough to forget. It was a long shot, especially as those eyes near glittered like a character out of an anime. To say no would be like kicking a puppy and if he did, what if she.... Cried? "I suppose you are right. Technically speaking." Maybe his lawyers could help draw up a legal reason why this wasn't binding and yet he seemed at her mercy. Perhaps it was best if they moved this conversation along, but he couldn't help but swallow that lump in his throat. Oliver, the 1 ton bear was left in an entirely pitiful state at the hands of a crafty little panda. A deep sigh escapes him.

That conversation quickly shifted to that day where she chased off every fish for miles. Next time, if there was a next time. She had to watch up in that tree far away from where any fish could hear her. "Fish are not friends, they are for eating." He replied almost flatly. He didn't mean to be callus but it was true. Fish regenerated fast, faster than he could eat them. Or so it seemed. And still, she managed to shoo away every last one of them, the woman was fish repellent. He didn't know such a thing existed.. until he met her but he didn't have the heart to tell her.

Then he eyeballed the food, that intoxicating smell of that succulent fish.. It hit him hard right in the stomach, so much so that his mouth watered in that moment. He could have gobbled it up like a savage right then and there but that hardly seemed fair. After all, it was a meal for two.

It was amazing how so much happiness could be stuffed into one person. Was she even real?

He declared that she needed to learn how to fish and immediately he wished he never said those words. Oliver quickly backtracked, know all too well he may have cornered himself into going food shopping. "If and I say... IF. we go fishing again.. I think it be best if you leave the fishing up to me and you can hang out in a nearby tree and help me track the big ones." He highly doubted that she could sit still long enough to fish with a rod and lure. After all, the strange creature did have a tendency to flop uncontrollably, he couldn't help but wonder if that applied to her human form. "Unless.." He paused.. not sure if he should have revealed the boat card, maybe then she would have actually stood a chance to actually catch something other than sea scum.

He knew the perfect place to eat, a place he could almost consider peaceful. If you could call any part of downtown peaceful. He fought that animalistic urge to dive into that offered food.. to eat first and talk after the food was gone. He offered to carry those bags, she had brought them, the least he could do was carry them. They began to make their way out of the office, he hardly paid any mind to those gossipy receptionists as he told them not to expect him in for the rest of the day. He even placed a guiding hand at the small of his companion's back, whisking her away to those elevators. You could tell, the two women were staring, wondering intently just who this woman was. All Oliver could think with was his stomach. Torture, this walk was going to be torture, especially as that aroma drifted to his nose.

He would bring up the important question she was seemingly dying to ask. But only when he had a mouth full of food. Life always seemed better when you had a sated belly.

Once they had made it into the elevator and he poised that question to her.. He hardly expected the answer that escaped her then. She caught him off guard. He looked offended after she said he stunk. Him and stink in the same sentence? It was appauled. "Hey!" The englishman scoffed at her. He never stank, well, rarely ever. His bear possessed a certain natural musk at times, but it wasn't stinky.. He had like a o.o2% chance of stinking. He was an animal but he didn't have to smell like one. He took great pride in his meticulous white fur in bear form and in his human form, it was no different. Then she said he smelled of sandalwood. Well, okay. He could live with smelling of trees.

However, despite her wounding his pride. One nasty little thought entered his mind. His paranoia ringing through. It wasn't the fact that she called him stinky, it was the unnerving truth that she had tracked him with incredible ease. It would be even easier for a skilled hunter to track him down. Not that anyone would dare hunt such a high-profile individual in the middle of the city in broad daylight. But what if they followed him? Or hired a sniper? He didn't like that thought, but it was a reality he could very well face one day. The thought alone was enough to spoil his appetite. But he would not let it.. He decided it best, for the sake of this makeshift picnic, to push those unsavory thoughts from his head.

Oddly enough, he found himself ever curious of that dress she spoke of. Why? He hardly knew. Maybe he was curious where she would go? He was still a little taken aback at her human form and yet so terribly unsurprised at the same time. She was just as enthusiastic then as she was now. Instead of asking what the dress was for, he decided to pick a safer topic. That nose that picked up his scent. "You have a good nose on you to catch my scent out of all these people and city smells." It was a weak attempt at a compliment. The woman couldn't fish for the life of her, but she could track. He would give her that.

It didn't take long for them to end up at the main level, thankfully no one else got on the elevator, he wasn't a fan of sharing such a small face with strangers. He often glared at them, making the whole experience of riding an elevator, unenjoyable. When the duo walked right out those large, heavy glass doors they met the outside. Outside. He nearly sighed out of relief. A tension left his broad shoulders that he didn't know he possessed. Even if pollution stained the air, it was better than being cooped up in a small dimly lit office all day. He drew in a deep breath that filled his lungs before gesturing with the hand that was on her back toward the direction of the park. "You are a rare animal miss Abigail." He admitted as they walked to that park and food.. Thank goodness for food.



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