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

Take me off my daily dose of pain;


Posted on March 23, 2019 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton


How oblivious Oliver was of the sheer chaos that his gargantuan form had assaulted upon this dainty little home that matched its dainty inhabitant. For a vampire, she had seemed so very fragile, but the demure woman felt so different than those predatory monster's he had encountered previous in Sacrosanct. Yet it hardly matters to him now, he was hardly coherent, the massive bone-white beast aware of the sheer amount of destruction he had caused. Not only to her home, but to the outside world. That petite baby blue home could never be prepared to his precarious onslaught, all because he was in search to satisfy those inner cravings within his hollowed gut. His very mission to do just that was successful, as his massive jaws pulverized those delicious chocolate cookies, making a mess upon the once immaculate floor. Poor sweet little Chizue hardly deserved such mayhem.

That bullet lodged within his leg was the very last thing upon his rather animalistic mind. How he could have reached for that more human brain, if he only tried to wade through that obscure feral haze. Food for now being the only thing on his mind. However, it was when that distinct emotion of upset of his petite little vampire assaults him then, that sniffle and a devastating choked sob escapes her. That very sound seems to tug at something human within the massive bear. As though, he felt some overwhelming need to defeat the cause of such a thing. If only he were aware that he was the cause! Him. This distinct distress has him now upon edge, that concern mirroring out of those now seemingly sensible nutmeg hued eyes. That lucid look seemed to linger within that wild creature. Suddenly, that food hardly meant anything to him and the petite woman that he had spontaneously become his own had garnered the full weight of his fixated consideration. He rose to his paws in an almost clunky manner, the dried wood of the floorboards seemed to groan its protest beneath that sudden shift. The striking sound of pain at that very action torn from his throat, reminded once again of that nuisance lodged within him. His head swung around quickly to snap back, staring at where that pain has resonated. How unpleasant. All that moving around had surely buried that bullet deeper into his flesh. How her words reach for his, almost desperately even over her own despair! Those very words hardly seemed to appear with the massive bear, but it did draw his attention back toward her, willing to forget about that wound once more.

The desperate plea from her lips seems to go unnoticed as his attention seemed entirely focused on her sadness. That distress and how badly he wishes to suppress it, to ease and chase back that unsettled emotional revolt that wages within her. How it felt like it was his sole job to do so. The male polar bear found himself trying to sniff at those tears, drawing closer toward her with that near gentle cooing. That reassuring sound rattling with a surprising tenderness like one would sooth their offspring. It had little effect and yet it still didn't stop his fussing.

The cool, wet probing nose pressed with a distinct firmness into her chest, he all but relished in the feel of her fingers within his thick fur, content to revel in that very gentle touch she offers him. How he persists to stifle those tears even though he could hardly comprehend that he was the cause of them. He even tried to lick her face clean of them, to rid her of those sentiments of sadness! Clearly, if there were none left, then she would not be sad anymore. How that was so irrational of him. Somewhere, deep inside of him there was a man that knew this. How that lucid man within the bear struggles to try and make his way to the surface, to put an end to this madness once and for all. But this was something that he fostered as that bear seems to protest. His neglect of his own beast had it seek for full control, as if only to demand it to be appeased.

Yet, that very almost canine act was hardly well received by the vampire whom seemed all but smothered by that bears insistent affection. Her face now slathered with saliva and tears, how he hardly cared for the woman's personal space then. Yet it was that bullet that seemed to disturb his focus. That pitiful sound dared to leave his lips, a near troubled expression ghosts upon his furry, albeit a little long face. It would seem that very sound incites the woman to collect herself in an admirable way, a weak smile gracing her lips. How for but a second her could appreciate it! He did it! He fixed her! He took a certain pride in that.

She seemed to garner a newfound purpose as she dictates to herself exactly what her plan of action was, or perhaps she was trying to explain it to him, he hardly knew. He seemed to watch with an intent stare, blinking only when necessary as though expressing only some level of understanding. He liked the sound of her voice, he found a soothing quality to the very tone. How it coaxed a singular snuffling exhale was offered in response. She seemed to nod as if in agreeance to... her own words perhaps? He tilted his head slightly so, even though he still invades her space. His fur seemed to ruffle up all on his on before she gave a rather powerful shake of his strong body that caused that wood beneath his feet to reply almost unhappily, a small fine spray of blood dislodged from that small entry hole.

Chizue promptly turns on her heels and how he nearly almost tries to follow her, even despite her asking him to stay. Stay.. how he hardly liked the sound of that. Those eyes seem to narrow in an almost human way. It almost seems uncanny, when looking at such a mountainous bear, an often-terrifying predator to most human eyes. It was one thing to see a photograph and another to see one up close. He heaves a reluctant sigh as the woman left left, wandering through her home to retrieve those medical items. Although, with her lack of presence it was like a thick blanketed veil had lifted. That spell of possession lifted.
When she returned with her carefully chosen supplies, she was met no longer by that hulk of a bear, but the businessman she had met from earlier. Blood still dripped down his pale flesh, that wound unable to heal as that bullet seemed happy to be lodged within his thigh. He at the very least borrowed a singular pillow from her couch to cover himself up. Truly, there wasn't much left to the imagination.

"Uh, Hello there.." That English accented voice rang clear, yet there seems to be a gentleness to his tone. How nakedness seemed to make people seem almost vulnerable in a way, not Oliver. Even without a stitch of clothes on his well-defined body nearly glinted beneath the subtle lighting, he looked as confident as the man who ran an international company by day.

"I think.. I might owe you an apology." Those words uttered softly, attempting not to frighten the poor girl. In truth, he felt slightly exhausted from that whole ordeal and well that bullet, it hurt. It caused a sheen of sweat from that very pain to draw from his pores. Those nutmeg eyes fall upon the petite woman as if trying to read her face, for once almost feeling an unfamiliar awkwardness. What odd a feeling. He could hardly recall such a feeling as he stood, facing her, that air that assaults his exposed body almost cool to his skin. The nudity hardly bothered him, but she probably did not share that same sentiment. Well... this was one way to start a conversation. "Are you alright?" There could have been any number of things to say and yet none of them felt right, this would have to suffice.

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