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

and my future's a nightmare away;


Posted on November 06, 2018 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton



That rage that once bubbled within him had been sated, that primal need to protect, to defeat the other male overrode all better sense. The need was far too strong for his human side to protest, even if he wanted to. It any form he wasn't going to let that warlock harm his newfound companion. Now that warlock was reduced to nothing but a slumped heap against that concrete wall, it was then that he felt satiated. That soft voice reached his domed ears that flickered to and fro at her response. The broken briefcase she seemed so focused on clinging too with her life still within her hands. It hardly seemed like it mattered now and perhaps there was a time when its importance was greater. But as far as the bear was concerned, it was nothing but a nuisance. He turned his head to view her with softened, reassuring eyes. As though to convey it hardly mattered now. The man within him would surely protest though. It would be a bitch to sort through all those papers, to replace those that had been lost. But the cost would certainly not be worth it if the woman that put aside everything to aid him when she could have ignored him like everyone else in this busy city.

She seemed worried that she had lost some of those papers and he seemed to make a soothing sound that would be offered to a young cub. He wondered if she could tell.

Oliver nudged her, encouraging that reluctant Chizue whom seemed content to plant her feet and avoid viewing the man that had harmed her. He seemed expectant and extremely persistent that she had seen his lifeless form, so she knew he would never again harm her. She would not be plagued by that warlock ever again. Perhaps it would eventually provide some semblance of comfort. If not now, later, perhaps.

Once he positioned her in front of the corpse. He could not fathom why she wasn't happy. The enormous bear seemed content enough that the fragile, timid woman had seen her once assaulter and knew it to be true that he was dead, he had paid the price for his crime. He would not be harming her again, and that thought alone made him quite smug. He felt satisfied, a deep rumble vibrated from deep within his chest, a sound she could most likely feel. The woman seemed ever in a hurry, wanting to leave. But why, he hardly felt ready to leave, he had been the dominating victor, this block was now his. She was his, at least in this very moment. This base animalistic surge fueled him. He hardly felt in a rush, but the echo of a man's inner voice whispered logic within that polar bear's mind.

A groan of protest left him, he shook his head as if to declare his answer was no. How long had the bear been neglected? But for but a split second, as though there was a deep fracture within that feral mind was a rational thinking man. He knew, deep down that this situation was all kinds of wrong, this location was wrong, these smells were wrong, her fear was wrong. He took a step toward her with his larger mighty paw followed by another and another, following the petite woman who still clung to that briefcase. The case that had started it all. It no longer seemed like it mattered anymore, it no longer seemed important as it once had. What good were papers to a bear? That cool wet nose brushed against her idle elbow, brushing against it with his head, nudging her. He made yet another rumbling vibrational sound that stemmed from his powers. He knew danger seemed to lurk, but he wasn't quite worried. He felt it in his bones that he would win against all that challenged him. But for now, he seemed content to follow the petite woman, as though he were like a gigantic puppy dog.

He followed her until there was a sudden sharp cracking sound and a searing pain that sent a loud bellowing cry of from his lips. It would seem the hunters were closer on their trail than he could have ever realized. It was no surprise considering the commotion he had caused in the city's core. The duo needed to seek shelter and with haste. But the pain, that sizzling unforgiving pain of a silver bullet embedded within his flesh was almost too much and yet it was sobering enough to know that he needed to change back into human form and find solace somewhere. But how was he going to manage that with his obliterated clothing and his apartment in the opposite direction?

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