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

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Posted on January 22, 2019 by Rixon Leifsson
East

we built this city on broken glass



It was rare in any sense that the snowy haired stallion found himself within the depths of that city. Rarer still that he found himself inclined to linger in Nadya's dance studio. Frost far less intrigued in the dance practice of children then he was in those far more graceful burlesque moves Nadya had once practiced near nightly when that studio had been bar and club in one. His very appearance in that establishment today nothing more than an act of practicality. Frost having been coerced by Nadya into moving stored furniture, props and sets out of that rear room and into a new storage space to expand the room into a smaller studio for even younger children. Why Nadya seemed content to offer classes for children who hardly danced so much as flapped and fell in circles like dilapidated little pigeons he hardly knew and yet she insisted those toddler classes were popular and that dancing could begin at any age. Nadya nothing if not committed to her task. It was almost....endearing, truly, to see the woman insist those children were trying. Nadya seeming to hold an eternal faith in her students- and her own children even when Frost himself remained assured Isabella and Micah had done little more then bounce in circles for an hour. Perhaps he was to harsh a judge. Perhaps he expected too much from them. No part of the man truly assured of how to....respond to those children as naturally as Nadya did.

The equine reached easily for that next stake of chairs then, that animalistic strength concealed well within the confines of his otherwise shorter, lean frame, that weight lifted with ease as he stepped from that room and into the man part of the studio to carry those chairs through. For several moments his violet gaze lingered upon several older children as they carried out their own class. How easily he could find the thoughts of their minds one after the other, each thought flowing into the next, each child fixated upon following that carefully planned routine. His own affinity was drawn easily away then, the minds of children hardly off great intrigue to him as that stack of chairs was placed beside the next, Frost pausing now to fish his own phone from his pocket. The man leaning agianst that stack of chairs by the door as he scrolled through those messages. Alexander had moved their training forward an hour, several more Hunters had inquired about shifting their mounts and his email folder was positively overflowing. How....irritating. Perhaps he need hire a secretary at this rate and yet his record for getting on well with those outside his own pack was notoriously poor. Anyone who had worked for him in any capacity previously hardly seeming to last very long. It was almost as if he was difficult to please.

The sudden collision of something- or someone- agianst his leg momentarily prompted his own gaze to glance downward, one violet eye peering beneath that forelock of white hair to eye the child with the equally pale locks and equally violet eyes. The girl very near a carbon copy off himself in a smaller, feminine and very....Fae package. That near squeak of an apology was barely heard atop the music of those other dancers, the girl quickly dropping her head. Frost's own hand moved suddenly then to merely catch her chin and gently tilt her head back up toward him before he realised just exactly what he was doing. His violet gaze distinctly meeting her own then with a clear intrigue of sorts. Had he...fathered a Fae child he knew nothing off? No scent of Hunter or horse clung to her figure and yet her look was uncanny. So familiar. So very, very like him has she been older, taller and in possession of shorter hair she might have passed for him entirely from behind.

"Hver ertu?"

Those Icelandic words leave his lips almost unbidden. Frost, in that moment, hardly seeming to realise he had defaulted to his natural tongue before his mind seems to realise all at once at that music had stopped. Several of those parents and children staring towards him now in some mix of confused concern as to why he had dared laid hands on a child not his own. His head merely turns, those violet eyes meeting the gaze of several of those other parents now- the vast majority of them quick to look away. Human or otherwise they all fell readily beneath the force of that dominance that came so naturally to his own Alpha-blood. His hand, however, fell gently away from the girl now as he returned his attention to her and that music started once more. He had probably...frightened her. Those cool, easy words parting his lips then in those accented tones.

"Forgive me, Small One. You surprised me. Are your parents here?"



FrosT


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