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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on March 05, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
East

The Western Alpha was nothing short of patient when the desire struck him, hardly pressing her as Taliah rose to distract herself with the prospect of coffee. That heated drink, after all, was nothing short of glorious, Tetradore already reaching out for that offered cup. Gently, he cradled it within his hands, the very heat of it almost hurting when compared to the stark coldness that touched his frame. His emerald eyes merely followed the woman as she settled on the sofa beside him, her gaze clearly focused upon her own mug before, quietly, her voice began a tale far too familiar for Tetradore's own liking. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and yet, he remained silent, simply listening as she wove a past of fear, murder, and slavery - oh how very well he knew that life her sister likely was now subjected to. That shrug upon Taliah's shoulders caused his own gaze to shift from her as he slowly brought his mug to his lips. For a singular moment, Tetradore allowed the silence to persist before his lips parted. It was pointless, after all, to dwell upon the past and what could have been - he knew this well. Those questions too were often unwanted. No, Tetradore himself liked to focus upon the present, upon what could be done here and now and frankly, he suspected Taliah was the same. "I have contacts in the Black Market and in the Dark Hunter council. I could make some calls if you'd like? I can't promise they'd find anything but..." He shrugged, leaving that option open for her if she desired it.

He was, admittedly, almost unsurprised that the conversation so abruptly shifted back towards himself. After all, the Were-King was all too familiar with those coping techniques - those methods of evasions ones he could identify with such striking clarity and yet, he was hardly as inclined to share his own story, even as he puzzled over that answer. Tetradore was certain that his mention of those very responsibilities that kept him within the city was hardly satisfactory and yet, Taliah seemed to accept it easily enough, the young woman contemplating of just how much of a shackle those responsibilities could be. A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders at the idea, even if he was certain she hardly realized to the very extent her words were true. It was, however, her inquiry of his status as Alpha, however, that took Tetradore aback. Admittedly, he had never contemplated exactly that desire to be the leader of the pack. It simply...was. That steely resolve quite near predetermining his path in life even at his very expense. That brief explanation that he was always meant to become Alpha, however, seemed to baffle the young woman as she admitted that the Amazon was different, though, he supposed the complexities of the pack life even here were hardly as easy as he had suggested it to be. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as the man sighed softly. "I suppose there is more to it than simple bloodlines even here too. Yes, I was meant to be the Alpha of my father's pack on his death but...even here only the strongest are able to hold that position. Half of my present pack was never supposed to be mine. But their Alpha lost and...." He shrugged as if no further words truly needed to be said.

Tetradore's head shook ever so slightly at Taliah's inquiry of that location of his pack. After all, his father's own hadn't quite existed within those city limits and his grandfather, he'd heard, had once lived even further away. "In my lifetime, yes, I believe it was once in New York City though, before I was born." His own attention, however, deviated from those inquiries as her toes brushed against his side, only for the woman to abruptly withdraw her feet. A small frown touched his features and yet, he hardly made a move regardless of that small accident, merely shrugging with disinterest. His gaze slowly followed her as she rose, moving closer towards the fire, only for her hand to gesture to the spot beside her. A small sigh crossed his lips as he glanced at the clothes upon the chair. Waiting truly, was hardly necessary and yet, he had accepted the cold if only for the curiosity of her, much less his intrigue in a packless were who baked. Now, however, there was hardly a need to linger, he supposed. Almost on cue, as if the very universe seemed to agree, the light overhead flickered on, the appliances in the loft seeming to hum with that renewed energy restored to them. A small snort left his nose before the Were-King simply shook his head ever so slightly. "Seems you have power back. I'll turn off the generator on my way out." He rose, letting that blanket fall easily back upon her sofa as he moved towards that chair holding his own still damp clothes. That shirt was peeled over his toned figure, his body near shivering at the coldness of it and yet, it hardly mattered, he wouldn't be in it long. That towel was abandoned quite upon that same chair, those undergarments and jeans replaced with equal swiftness and little concern for nudity - after all, it was a norm within their own species, was it not? It was only once those damp clothes had once again found their place upon his figure that his gaze shifted towards the woman, settled in front of the fireplace. "I'll still take those cookies though, and my jacket, if you don't mind."
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