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

Black veils of night will swallow the sun;


Posted on April 25, 2019 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton


How that massive impressive bone white bear truly wanted to chase away every ounce of distress that washed over the dainty Asian woman whom was under his protection. That very reason alone had made everything about her, his business. Even if it were based of animalistic desires alone. Her distress, ultimately worried him and all the bear wished to do was comfort her in those fleeting moments. Those sweet rumbling sounds formed easily from him, pressing that large expressive face into her chest. The action was tender and perhaps acted out of desperation to sooth the vampire. The bear hardly knew how to solve the worries that clearly etched upon her darling features but he did know how to follow that instinct to reassure. He took complete delight at the simple touch as she ran her fingers through his thick bone white coat. How he savored in that comforting caress, the animal side of him craved that soft touch, despite how absent minded it was on her part, it provokes a calmness from the concerned creature. It seemed to solidify that strange inexplicable bond that had him with wanting to protect her with his life. How quickly Chizue's expression seemed to shift from sadness to a potent determination, far before those wet glistening tears had not yet dried. Those soft nutmeg eyes seem to peer at her with far more intelligence than had been there before. His cool wet nose inches from her face as she explained her course of action.

He listened to every word of her plan, as though for the briefest of moments he understood. Yet in reality, he barely did, like a wall of miscommunication severed before them. However, the large beat-like creature truly did enjoy the sound of her voice. Allowing the gentle sound carry him away and sooth his roaring beast. It seemed to speak to that hidden part of him, the man that dwelled deep within his gargantuan form. After all, there was a man that dwelled there, somewhere, lost beneath the feral layers that seemed to stand in the way. He tipped his massive head slightly to the left, respiring, deeply blowing out a hot humid sigh so that the fortitude of that wind blew the strands of her hair about her face. That very action seemed to please him in some bizarre way.

She patted the top of his head, not an ounce of fear or sadness lingering in the depths of her soft dark brown eyes. Such sweet caring eyes of concern they were, even amongst the presence of that beast. How amusing it would have been if he were lucid enough to enjoy it. That look upon his face seemed almost blank like an empty canvas and yet truly somewhere deep down, he understood. Comprehending that desire to help him, even though he hardly was aware of that need for help. That wound was hardly lethal but it didn't change the fact that it needed to come out. For a singular moment in time, it almost appeared like he might actually nod at her. Instead his body gave way into a near violent shake as if trying to rid himself of that bullet and fluff up that fur she had flattened. Of course, it hardly did any good as it seemed to wedge in deeper, reminding him just how much it hurt and that sound that echoed that reality. It turned into a groan of protest of those floor boards beneath his feet, followed by the woman's frantic voice, telling him to stop. The blood seemed to spray upon the nearby furniture, an unfortunate casualty to this natural disaster that was an oblivious polar bear in a delicate house.

It was intriguing how reactive she was to his every movement, unaware that it was merely out of concern for the damage inflicted upon her home. Perhaps for but a moment, they simply stared at each other as if in some silent standoff that hardly had a reason to it at all. His mind far less active as her worried one, his needs were quite simple in the present time. She broke that gaze as she almost abruptly turned upon her heels to wander further in her home, telling him to stay put. He hardly appreciated that demand. He had half a mind to ignore her and follow her anyways, no one told him what to do! He hardly liked the idea of her being out of his sight too. That protective nature of the animal almost overpowering and perhaps preventing that man within the beast to break free. She moved so swiftly it was almost difficult not to follow and yet he remained, continuing to sniff around himself as if he caught a lingering scent that embedded itself within the porous wood. It was enough to distract him for a time.

Thankfully, her distance had caused that once dominant beast side to subside, causing that man to claw its way to the surface of his clouded mind. It didn't take long before that guilt and concern snapped in place where it should have. It was not long at all before beast had transformed into man. Completely toned and nude male, standing within the middle of Chizue's broken living room. He snatched a pillow from her couch, not so much out of modesty for himself but for the sweet encroaching woman descending down those steps. Her voice reaching for the Englishman who tried to lessen that shock that was sure to come.

That piercing shriek ripped from her lips, her face taking on one of pure terror. That box fumbling from her light grip upon it which successfully ended up with her dropping it with a clatter. He immediately felt compelled to cross that distance and help her, to control that situation so remove that distress. He uttered that greeting, in attempts to seem less.. naked and imposing. How impossible a notion that was, in this very moment. She began spouting her Asian tongue, the only word that sounded remotely similar from his travels was konnichiwa. How nervous she was, perhaps even flustered by the fact that he was in human form. What was it? Was the nudity truly that terrifying? It hardly made much sense to him. Surely, she had seen a naked man before. Yet her eyes peering at everything else told a contradictory story.

The soprano lyrics of her voice could not hide those shaky notes of nervousness at the mention of those work papers now lost. They were once so important to him and somewhere along the line within the sheer insanity of the situation that unfolded before them it lost its urgency. The petite vampire began chewing on her lower lips in that clear nervous gesture, as though she feared his reaction to that news. The gesture was almost human. He rose a dismissive hand, a sigh escaping him before he spoke. "That hardly matters now... Who was that warlock? I remember how adamant he was and how frightened you were." That memory was there but slightly hazy, it felt like he wasn't in control of his own body. His voice held a concern within them. He needed to know if a threat still presented itself.

She bent down to pick up that first aid kit and several items that had spilled from the container. He moved to help her, modesty for her sake had left him with a singular hand and it was obvious she was nervous around his now nude state. "I would like to help... but I am afraid my hands.. are occupied with a pillow. I do not suppose you have any clothes, do you?" He could not help that smile forming slightly upon his lips as the rich accented words reaching for her smoothly then. "I might have to leave here....in a toga." An attempt of a joke and yet an underlying note of seriousness.

".. No." He uttered almost too forcefully. No hospital.. no doctors. It was almost out of habit, trying to keep his trail to a minimal, it hardly made sense now seeing as his presence in the city was hardly a secret. He repeated, his voice growing almost softer. "No doctors.. I can heal on my own.. I just need to get the bullet out of me. Do you think.. you can help me?" He knew how modest most people were about naked flesh. "I know it is a lot to ask." Yet that still did not help with the mere fact that he was furious with himself, furious that he had neglected that beast for so long that it grew power enough to control it. It was disturbing and alarming for him, a problem he would need to remedy, somehow. Because as he stood here now, despite all that had happened, he was truly lucky to even be alive.

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