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 March 07, 2019 by Maeve Liliwen
East


The pale young girl, before she was taken in by the fae leader, would hardly ever be able to fathom having enough things to have to have multiple boxes to pack them all in. Maeve had spent most of her life bouncing from foster home to foster home, and in between that, Maeve had usually run away and would stay in hotels that she was only able to get through her powers of persuasion. Of course, in the end, she always would be caught and forced to return to another foster home, and after the third time she had decided to run away, a mark of 'runner' was put on her file, only making the fae child more difficult to place as most families did not want the extra burden of a troublesome child.

Maeve, despite however young she was, she never had shed a tear when she would be taken from one home and placed into another. She would simply see her social worker arrive through the entrance, wearing that strained smile on her face as if she were trying to convince the fae girl that everything was okay because see? She was smiling, so Maeve should to. "Maeve, we are going to a new home. Why don't you pack your things." She would say in that too sweet voice that tried in such vain to mask the pity that Maeve could pick up on all too well. She would then turn away and go to her bedroom where she typically shared the space with any where from 1 other girl to 6 or 7 others. She would go into the single drawer that was carved out as her own space and grab the few clothes that she had, stuffing them into a garbage bag. Each child was allow a few items of sentiment, and for Maeve it was a stuffed animal of a butterfly her mother had given her, and too, a ring her mother had given her, with an amethyst stone, surrounded by tiny diamonds. The gift was far too big for Maeve to put on her finger, but she kept it anyways, and always in a safe spot. That was it, she learned long ago that there was no point in acquiring many things, when you would have to leave most of them behind anyways.

The same went for relationships as well. The child with hair of pale gold never grew close to her foster siblings, with the exception of a baby in one hope that Maeve had so enjoyed helping take care of. She too, never grew close to her foster parents, though, this was typically because they saw Maeve as nothing more than a burdensome way to receive money from the state. Most of the time, they expressed no interest in getting to know and involved in their new foster daughter's life. And so Maeve learned to be alone. She sought the company of books, created companionship through drawing, and she created a life and stability from dancing. She thought that was enough for her, and at the time, it had been.

But, now, little Maeve has known affection and kindness through Beylani and Andras. She has experienced loyalty and protectiveness from the pack she has come to know and love as if she too were a were rather that a pointed eared fae. She finally thought she had everything she needed and was right where she ought to be. But this new power came and Maeve feels as if things were being flipped around. Maeve had never considered herself a powerful creature, and she still doesn't with this new gift, she just wasn't sure how to use it. And that is where Matteo comes into the picture.

She looks at him with those satellite dish eyes made of lavender. "It is nice to meet you too, Matteo," she says, exchanging pleasantries as she has been taught to do. Maeve had always been a child of good manners and proper behavior, but even she cannot hide the curiosity in her voice and her face. He smiles at her and the blonde thinks this is a good sign. His head rests upon his hand as his elbow sits upon the table. With a small smile upon her own lips, Maeve mirrors the action, though her small, petite frame barely sits over the table and so her head winds up much closer to the table. This was not the first time that Maeve has met another of her kind, outside of Somnia, but still, a child deprived for most of her young life of being around others that were the same as her has kept the novelty of meeting other faes far from wearing off.

Matteo's posture has exactly the affect he would wish upon the child. She feels no threat by his presence, but there is something within him that makes her feel as if they were already old friends, just meeting for their weekly tea time. The act feels strange yet comforting all at the same time. She only removes herself from the posture when suddenly he reaches down and grabs a pastry treat that Maeve knows quite well and quite likes the taste of. It is held out to her with an offer, one which Maeve readily accepts. "Yes please," she says before reaching her own dainty hand forward to take the treat. She looks down at the cupcake and its pretty frosting before peeling back the paper surrounding it. "My friend Tobi loves cupcakes, and candy, and lots of things," she says, prattling on to this stranger, telling him of her friends as if she were talking to Andras or Beylani. "Tobi is funny, he is like a kid, but he is a grown up," she says before taking a bite. Maeve so does adore her leopard friend and quite enjoyed getting to play games with him whenever everyone else in the ark seemed to be busy. "You should teach me to make cupcakes so I can make some for Tobi and everyone," she says, revealing just how much she cares for her pack, wanting to learn a skill just to share it with all of them. Maeve was a special child and not just because of the powers she held within or the species she was.

She bites into the cupcake, frosting rising to meet her upper lip which she is able to snatch with her tongue, enjoying the sugary taste of it. She continues to snack on the treat as Matteo speaks to her once more. Only pausing and placing the cupcake down when the fae mentions Pip. Eyes wide, she taps her shirt where the albino chipmunk hides and the little creature pops head up by her shoulder. "You knew about, Pip?" She asks, the chipmunks checks moving slightly as if it knew it were being talked about. Maeve hands him a piece of cupcake, which causes him to retreat once more to eat his own sugary snack. But to answer his first question, she simply shrugs. "I just saw me sitting here, talking to you, and I recognized where it was," she says. "I have had visions before, but they always told me what has already been," and she pauses, thinking of her next words. "Not what has not yet happened," and it hits her for the first time what has really happened. "I think I am scared, I don't want to know."


Maeve Liliwen
image by Wang Xi

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