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

I yearned for the touch, cared not for the breath


Posted on December 06, 2018 by Adrien Westward
East
Another night in this carnival of souls


A smile traced her lips, she truly seemed to come alive when she smiled, he much preferred that than the tears. The tears truly frightened him. His lips threaten to twitch at the very corners and yet it doesn't quite transform into a smile. His shadows seeming to have a mind of her own and she admits that her light is the same way. "Yes, I like it that way. It's like having someone who has your back at all times." He admitted, why was her telling her this?? Their eyes met fleetingly and although the light was dim, he still saw the warm, soft mahogany highlights within them. He lets those shadows swirl about her once more, a curious display before drawing them back. They all but vanished save for a shadowy outline that seemed to clung to his own form but it always seemed at the ready.

"Whats it like?" He finally asks after she admitted their powers had a mind of their own. He had never met another soul with powers that altered dark and light. They were such opposites sides of the coin and yet perhaps their powers acted in such a similar way. How intriguing. "Can you control your light? Like I do my shadows?" He probed, he attempted to keep his guard up, but was there really a need? He was already breaking all his rules tonight, why not break them all? What was wrong with him?

He was rather confident in his abilities to navigate this city, there wasn't much of it he hadn't scoured or hunted. Why he decided on Sacrosanct as his hunting grounds he wasn't even sure, maybe for the simple fact that his last remaining family was here. Not that he even visited. It's been at least 6 months since he talked to Harley last. He was quite certain of the earful he would receive when he darkened her door out of the blue.

Adrien's attention fell wholly upon her, a wickedness in his shadowy purple eyes as he admitted he let her get away. Perhaps it was as if from some curiosity to see where she would go, or if she would be able to get away. He hadn't seen a creature quite like her before as though she were a lure specifically for him. He confidently declared that he let her outrun him. But he hardly expected for her to call him out on it. It felt weird and so terribly normal, this mindless teasing. He never spent this kind of time talking. Her eyebrow raised as she questioned him. He paused in deliberation as though his mind systematically pointed out all the times he could have caught her. "I was studying you, to see how violent you were. I knew you were different, I just didn't know how or why." That playful demeanor snuffed out, shifted back to the facts. The cold hard facts of what he was and what he was destined to be. A hard, cold killer. The temporary normalcy of their conversation seemed to shift and he was all too aware of the beheaded vampire no more than a few feet away. That awful smell of the dumpster, the way that this alley smelled of blood and rot. For those few moments of reprieve, he almost felt like another man.

She challenges him and his dark purple eyes consider her for a moment. She doesn't seem to believe the kind of man he was. "Perhaps." Was all he said in that near blasé manner, but he knew better. He knew he was designed to be faster, stronger, to make him a worthy foe to the supernatural. If only she considered her words and the dragon she tempted, shadows seem to dance in his eyes. He gave little warning when he ensnares with inhuman speed, her lithe, petite body, sidestepping so he pulls her into his sturdy, unyielding form. One hand placed snugly around her waist and the other around her throat. How small she was. He does not apply pressure to stop her from breathing but just enough to make a point just how fast he could be. He pins her there for a second against him, unintentionally catching her scent, so much better than the alley smell. He fought the urge to keep her there longer than he needed to. He utters the words, " Or perhaps you wouldn't stand a chance." He uttered almost softly into her blond hair, a twisted chuckle fighting to escape him. If only she knew how many he killed without a hint of mercy in his eyes, how many lives he saved from his own ruthlessness. How many he killed without the use of his powers and with those shadows that left no trace of him anywhere. When he wasn't hunting, he was training, pushing his very body to the limits of capability.

With a sigh he suddenly releases his hold and steps away, stepping backward. Fully expecting to see the anger in her eyes, the blame, the fear.

He steps away, making no move to touch her again, the conversation shifted to his bike. He would return her safely and so long as she stayed out of trouble, she hopefully never had to see his face again. He was sure she would be grateful of that fact. Which was why he asked her to make him a promise. She slung her bag over her shoulder and they began their walk, this time taking to the artificial light of the tall streetlamps. He purposely stayed out in the open. He was sure it would make her feel more comfortable. Why he was concerned about her comfort when he had every intention of ending her all but 30 minutes ago. He peered at her, careful not to touch her, keeping a distance away to make sure his hands stayed by his side. It must have been his shadows, he was sure of it. He noticed the lighthearted smile that graced her lips with a simple nod she uttered the words agreeing with the dark hunter. Perhaps she might survive this city yet, so long as she stuck to the light. He nodded. "Good." That singular word was uttered and then he scanned the area. Ever aware of their surroundings, every shadow, every movement, every person they passed. He couldn't help the hyperaware way in which he analyzed the world. As if waiting or seeking for danger, always prepared for the next threat. That's what his life had become. A life full of potential threats.

He was almost too aware how he almost reached out to touch her. He can't seem to make any sense of it.

She didn't come across as an actress, perhaps a dancer? Why did it matter if he was to never see her beyond this night? He prompted for her to elaborate, how he wanted to understand her. "Auditioning for?" He inquired unable to help that inquisitiveness when it came to the fae woman. He led them down another street, gesturing his head where they were to turn, purposely taking the main roads as if to emphasize his point to stay out of the shadows. Which was ironic in a way since the hunter who she walked beside was the very embodiment of shadows.

Adrien

Westward

These memories are like shadows

I can't seem to find my way home

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