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

living in a daydream by design


Posted on February 26, 2019 by Maeve Liliwen
East


The child with pale locks, bright boundless violet eyes and that pretty, feminine crystalline voice found an escape in dance. Dance was the one thing that she never had to leave behind if there wasn't enough room in the car for her things as she shifted from foster home to foster home. It came with her every where, and it was something that she could consistently build upon as she stretched her limits further and further. Dancing was hers, it was something special and it came from her heart, something anyone could see when the little blonde fae girl would begin moving about the stage. Dancing has always been there for her when no one else was, and despite having something akin to a family now, Maeve knows that this art would always be there for her still. In her body, mind, and soul.

Violet meets violet and Maeve is too stunned at first to even register what has just occurred as she backs away slightly from the man she had just collided into. But she dares glance upon his own pale locks, snowy and bright much like her own that are put up into a proper bun but can often be seen cascading down her back. Her small apology with that lyrical voice she hopes has reached his ears as that head points itself downwards only to be caught by a hand that moves gently to her fair skinned chin. Muscles within her neck relax as Maeve allows the man to lift her head until her eyes of lavender meet his of a matching hue. She has never met someone who look so much like her since having met her own biological mother. For an instant she wants to believe that this is her father, but the fairy girl knows better than this. Maeve had meet her biological father and he certainly never touched Maeve with such a gentle hand or looked to Maeve with such intrigue and curiosity. No, only fear and anger and a hatred for what she was had been seen in her father's dark gaze. A father she barely knew, who she wanted nothing to do with, but his blood runs through her veins all the same.

He speaks words she does not know. Maeve tilts her head slightly to the side, looking at him with those satellite dish eyes of hers. It is in this moment, where the shock and surprise perhaps begins to settle that she suddenly notices how quiet everything has become. Those violet eyes shift around as she notices the eyes falling upon her and gently she reaches up and covers up those delicately pointed ears of hers with tiny, cupped hands. Her first instinct being to hide what she was, Andras had told her that they might not understand what she was, that humans sometimes feared what they could not understand. That gaze shifts back to his, meeting him directly in the eye now, the child so oblivious to his alpha blood, but sensing the power within him all the same. It was the same sort of feeling that she got when she sometimes looked to the emerald green eyes of her panther. The world of Alphas and Betas is something lost on Maeve though, someone content to simply just be, where ever that is she ends up.

His hand falls away from her chin, but instead of that head falling back down and tucking it into her chest, she continues staring up at him with wide eyes of wonder and questions as she lets her hands fall from those pointed ear, the tell tale sign of the fae species. "No," she says, simple, flat. "Why?" She asks, her hesitance towards strangers, especially strange adults had certainly increased since the encounter with the dark hunters. "If you hurt me, my kitties and puppies wont be happy," she almost warns, even as the tiniest, faintest of smiles touches her lips, making it unclear whether or not the child is joking. Of course, she doesn't mention entirely what she means when she says kitties and puppies, especially not the part where they are a leopard, panther, and wolves.

That smile persists upon the skin as fair as a china doll as her hands slide behind her back and moves back and forth staring up at him. One hand comes out from behind her back as she shyly points up at him. "You look like me," is all she says. Then, this is when she hears her own name said upon the lips of another. Violet eyes land upon the dark haired woman, that faint simper turning into a full on beaming smile as she steps forward and wraps her arms around the woman's waist. "Nadya!" She exclaims, excitement showing clear in high pitched voice. She lets go and stares up at her, offering her only a simple shrug. "I'm not sure. Andras let me come," she says, not entirely aware if Nadya knows the fae man. "I can try hip hop," she says with determination. Maeve did not have much experience with that style of dance, always having done ballet, and then contemporary and lyrical when it came to competitions, even the occasional jazz number (though it wasn't her favorite.)

But all thoughts of dancing are, for once, temporarily forgotten as the toddlers make their way over. "Oh my gosh," she says, bending down (though she doesn't have far to go) to get on the same level as the children. "Isabella and Micah?" She questions curiosuly, knowing she had hear those names some where, but she just wasn't sure where. Still so unaware of the connection between Nadya, Tetra, and Tobi. Even as she tries to entertain the twins, she hears Nadya's words, her innocence keeping her from knowing what is actually being said, which is why she blurts out, "He's only been with me for a little while. I don't even know his name." Such an innocent child, really. But then, what Nadya had told him, it hits the child all at once as she moves away from the children and scoots closer to Nadya, peering up at the man through long, innocent lashes. "Why did you tell him I'm a fae? What if he wants to take me away?" She asks Nadya, suddenly frightened of what he may do to her.


Maeve Liliwen
image by Wang Xi

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