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

Walking this world like animals;


Posted on September 15, 2018 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton



That mist that settles and descends upon the city like a veil over the city was a welcomed distraction, just in time too. But with his pale massive figure it seemed to camouflage his far from subtle form. He had never seen fog so dense and come on so sudden during a decidedly pleasant day.

He could hear the timid voice of the nameless woman who he had taken to protecting. Is he dead? He could hear her voice but it felt like he was distant, as though he were underwater. Was that a prickle of relief within her voice, amidst that fear? Her voice nothing more than a whisper but it echoes within his mind. Apparently, the force of the warlock hitting the concrete wall had made something vital snap. The man didn't get up again. But the warlock was still alive, he was sure of it. Hearing that strong heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest. He looked at her and then back again toward the limp body, drawing forward to it, every step was deliberate and knowing all too well what he was about to do. Oliver hovered over the warlock using that sound as a deliberate weapon to rupture his brain, that rumbling sound within his chest singling out that vital area. For a second there is nothing, not a breath, just silence with a little silver blood dripping from his nose. He had wanted to rip his head clean from his body, his body trembled with the need to shred him apart with his claws and teeth in a brutal fashion he would never want the sweet woman to see. The bone white bear ignored her plea to leave until the job was done, until this man was finally departed from this earth. A snort of disgust and satisfaction that the deed was done, it sounded awfully close to a sneeze and a snort which escaped him, before turning back toward the petite vampire. She was like a proverbial toothpick in comparison to that massive size of his body.

Those nutmeg hued eyes fell upon her, noticing her arms clutched tightly around that briefcase, it had seemed so important before.. But it was all such a distant memory now. Her desperation seemed evident and yet he could hardly seem to recall what was so important about those papers. He moves purposely toward her, the very massive paws click against that damp concrete. The air seemed thick with that mist, and perhaps if he were more lucid he would have been more confused by it. Yet he was grateful for its presence none the less. Regardless, Oliver seemed to view Chizue with an interest, the man and beast muddled into a befuddled mess in his skull. There were once definitive lines and now there was none. The line of man and beast was sufficiently crossed.

The one he had fought for now stood before him. He nodded his head as if agreeing with her, before his muzzle nudges toward her chest, drawing in her scent. He had fought and won, for her. It seemed like a haze, it all felt like a haze. Was he to eat her? Was he to do something? That animalistic mind seemed confused. His detached gaze peering at her like he could figure it out, figure something out. A grumble escapes him, shaking his pristine coat in an abrupt motion as though he were riding himself of a buzzing insect. He brushed against the petite woman, rubbing his scent along her pale skin. Once a full circle had been complete, he nudged that mangled briefcase that smelled something familiar, smelt like him and yet not like him. At least not who he was now. He nudged it slightly again, harder this time with his big wet nose, a rumbling sound vibrated deep within his chest.

The mist felt cooling and calming within his lungs. Perhaps even reassuring. He began to move around her again, nudging her forward to that body of the warlock. Wanting her to see what he had done, curious if that would chase away those strange emotions she was emanating. It made her smell odd. But she already smelled strange before that, she smelled of death, of mist and other scents he could not place. Why did she smell like death? She didn't look dead, feel dead. That warlock was certainly dead, his magic dissipating into the ley lines beneath the city as though preserving it somehow, at least a piece of him. His sensitivity to these things felt it, practically witnessed it before his very eyes.

Oh, what would he do with her now? He seemed lost, his mind hardly functioning beyond the bear in that moment. He couldn't quite place why he felt urgency within the air, why he smelled like peoples fear and why it was so very quiet now. He peered at the woman with an expectancy as if she has answers and he wasn't sure why.

Then he realized just how hungry he felt.

Little did he know he was wasting precious time that they could be using escaping. They should be fleeing the scene of the crime, they should be taking cover somewhere, anywhere. At least until the bear receded and the man remained. He could hear the sounds of distant siren's approaching and yet he hardly seemed to care. How long until the police got here? How long before hunters sent a silver bullet to pierce his large thick skull?

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