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
I'll kill for your love and you'll die for mine;
Posted on November 05, 2018 by HARLEY WESTWARD
stuff us in boxes that's where you want us
cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns
Harley dressed up as a black cat, just for the sheer cruel satire of it all. If she was going to turn fuzzy on the full moon she might as well get used to the fucking idea. It was a surprise to find her wounds from that night had miraculously healed, she was forced to face the hell queen herself. One of the perks of the change she supposed. As far as she was concerned she hated it, all of it. The raven-haired woman already felt the obvious things, like enhanced vision, a strange affinity for raw meat and her tolerance for alcohol was through the roof. Also, the amethyst eyed woman no longer felt those cold hands and feet she was so used to, and her night vision, well let's just say she could navigate a dark room just fine.
Her costume was a slinky crushed velvet black bodysuit that clung to her figure, accompanied with a tail ears and paws. She was totally making fun of herself, not that anyone besides Isolt would know just what she was destined to become. Her kitty name for the night was going to be Miss Fortune, if one got close enough they could see it written on the tag of her collar. It couldn't be any closer to the icy hands of truth than that. [costume]
However, the spitfire wasn't entirely sure what this turning furry thing would do to her in the long run and maybe this would be the last night of normalcy before the shit hit the proverbial fan. She would enjoy it, every last minute of it. Luckily she caught a glimpse of Isolt's iconic red hair and also noticed Damon leaning against a cane. Oh, fuck no. They dressed up all coupley and shit. It was too cute that it almost made her want to vomit in her mouth a little. But at the same time, she was glad the two vampires had each other. She slid passed people in those ridiculous booted heels that gave her several inches in height.
She had to admit they looked damn good and put way more effort in their look than she had. She wondered if they were planning on hitting up a bank when no one was looking. She snuck up upon them as quiet as a cat if only, the clinking of heels would surely give herself away. "I like that Bonnie and Clyde thing going on. You make me want to throw up, in the best way." She smirked at the couple, wrinkling her black little kitten nose. "Oh and meow." She added sarcastically, she batted at the air with her claws. A wry expression plastered upon her face.
She had to admit the dark Halloween décor of Red on the Water looked exceptional, far better than she could have ever imagined. Then again Isolt was always good at paying attention to the subtle nuances. "Please tell me the guns are real and loaded. Just in case someone gets a little out of hand. Oh, and before I forget, I bring a treat for the host and hostess before I find the bar and make stupid decisions." She lifted up a black bag, dangling it by the black satin ribbon handle from a clawed finger which contained a single malt Irish whiskey.
She peered out at the crowd, not accustomed to the enhanced sounds of people talking and glasses clinking. This little black kitty cat was going to need to get to that bar sooner than she thought. She frowned, the enhanced noises clamored at her as though it threatened to give her a royal headache. She felt her skin prickle like needles upon her pale flesh as a random sense of irritation overcame her, much like a feline that hated being touched. Which was exactly more reason she wanted booze in her system.
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Harley Westward