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

No beautifying filters I'm craving that honest pain;


Posted on January 13, 2019 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton



Despite being wounded by that very bullet that stung irritatingly within his flesh he knew it was not fatal, nor was it deep enough to do any great deal of hinderance to that big hulking creature. He could feel the reminder of it through that sharp pang as he walked, the scents and the decent of hunters on their trail surely were what made him almost forget of that irritating wound. He had dealt with far worse and his blood that bloomed gently from his wound would certainly not be the death of him. Those pesky hunters may very well be if he wasn't careful. The reminder of the hunters hot on their heels made the polar bear want to face him, he was by no means a coward, but he was no fool either. To face them would put Chizue at risk and he couldn't have that. Oliver may have been a killer, but he certainly didn't take pleasure in it unless it was deemed direly necessary. His animal side surely made things a little trickier though, those instincts drove him further from what the man would do and closer to the desires of that bear.

The very pristine bear at that very moment so yearned for the touch of the woman he chose to protect. It was not a sexual act but it was something that were's so often craved and surprisingly his bear side relished in that touch. Something so simple as touch could be so profound. Even though it was odd considering his very nature was nothing short of solitary.

That barricade of Chizue's fence would be no use against hunters that knew of their presence, but at the very least it presented them a few extra moments. All so that Oliver could throw that rumbling voice with his very influence over sound itself, all whilst making them soundless, not a betrayal of breath or heartbeat could he heard. However, the bear was nothing short of tense as though he prepared for battle, that pain of where that nuisance bullet so lodged within him surely not helping matters.

There was such a gentleness about Chizue, her hand reaching to brush against the top of that great big bear's cranium. Even if it was not that touch but the scent of her panic that caused the bear to peer at her, the fear evident on her features. He never thought his power to remove the sound of them would frighten her so. He nudged her with that cold wet nose of his as if to be comforting in the barest of moments, gushing out a warm noiseless breath across her face. All before he threw a gargantuan roar away from this house, it was loud enough it could rattle one of the nearby buildings structure. It had to be enough, he's sure of it. Surely that would throw the hunters off their trail, or so he had anticipated it, banking all he had into that very plan.

He didn't dare move a muscle, even though it took every ounce of restraint not to take advantage of his element of surprise.
Thankfully, those hunters seemed keen to take that bait, entirely blissfully unaware of the perplexing duo just a few houses away. He could even hear the sound of their ominous footsteps colliding against the ground and tedious chatter. They seemed to move with haste away from that pretty blue house, drifting further and further away until he was confident they were gone. Only then did he allowed that sound to come back in a rushing wave, even despite the woman's panic. A much better alternative than their demise. The sound of nearby vehicles, the wind rustling the trees, the sound of a neighbors blaring tv, and the steady pounding of a cars loud music passing by all but assaulted him. It was Chizue's sigh of relief that she hadn't suddenly lost her hearing for good.

Oliver's attention however, drifted elsewhere. He began sniffing, drawing forth the various scents lingering in the yard, when one in particular, however faint lured him helplessly toward the stairs and that French door to the house. It was obvious that the demanding hulking bear wanted inside and he hardly wanted to take no for an answer. The very wood beneath his mass seemed to groan in protest fortunately not meeting its demise from the bears heavy weight. His humid breath causes precipitation upon the window, a hazy circle that nearly took up a whole framed rectangle.

Oliver looks at the woman expectantly, those nutmeg hues quite anticipatory then, the conflict upon her pleasing features incredibly evident and the bear hardly cared as he insisted, it was what was inside that he wanted. Regardless, the woman eventually caves and the bear shifts to the side in a way that almost seemed polite, to allow her space to open that door. The moment that door hung open he waltzed right in without making strange at all. That poor woman's house was about to be the victim to his large bestial form.

Try to be careful he heard the small meek voice reaching sweetly out toward him, slicing through his own gaze. He wanted food, all the food to sate his hungry tummy. It would seem he was cursed to always be in a state of perpetual hunger, this form needed more calories than most and it didn't take long to burn through them. It was uncomfortable when it felt like his stomach ate at itself.

There was some food in the kitchen he could tell. His sniffer lead him through that seemingly fragile home and into that kitchen, his mind on solely on one thing and one thing only. The snacks that awaited him in that pantry. He nudged open that cabinet door, hoping to wedge his nose in the crack to open in. His nose was never wrong, he knew he smelled something delicious within that pantry and he was determined to get it. He knocked over a chair and then two, with the sudden swing of his hips to face the pantry. He hardly paid it any mind. His sniffing was an audible sound much like a canine, only louder. He was entirely oblivious to the girl's nervousness; his hunger is what lead the man now. How that house seemed to entirely fragile with a bear in its midst.

Once successful with the cabinet door, he began his search, making a mess of everything inside, knocking everything over in the process, trying to seek out just the right snack to sate his infernal hunger. It was when Chizue went to touch that wound that he became painfully aware of it again. He snapped his head to the side to look at her releasing a pitiful whining sound that rumbled through her very apartment in protest. No, he didn't like that feeling, not in the slightest. He snuffled at her as if telling her no, before his large maw wrapped around a box of cookies with the label Meito Chocolate Cookie Crunch. He wasn't sure what they were but they certainly smelled good.. like there was chocolate in them. He made a happy cooing sound, moving into her living room like he owned the place. He bumped into the furniture as he meandered in, crashing into almost everything as he did. The very floor groaned painfully beneath his weight before suddenly a plank gave out and shot up. He growled at it like it offended him. Stupid floor.

That was when he flopped, causing the whole house to shudder helplessly, unfortunately taking out the coffee table when he did so. There was a sharp brittle crack and he gave it a grumpy look before he let those massive teeth open the packet of unopened sweets. This was the priority to him now, not his wound of the wake of destruction. That grumpiness was however fleeting as he lay belly down, hind legs kicked out directly behind him and front arms curled in, an almost human gesture as he held down that pack of treats. He scooped a whole row of delicious cookies in his mouth at once, his paws used to keep the package from moving. The mess was enough to make any neat freak cringe internally. It was followed by the happy crunching sound, crumbs spilling every which way as that impressively strong jaw pulverizes those tasty chocolatey morsels.

Those happy nutmeg eyes fall upon Chizue expectantly as if offering her some of her own cookies, his black lips peeling back exposing those large glinting canines. He rumbled his contentment in simply eating, alas the woman was right, his wound and that dreadful blood was becoming a bit of a problem, dripping steadily upon the wood that would surely leave behind a stain..

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