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
Ellington Enterprise

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Posted on April 26, 2019 by Rixon Leifsson

we built this city on broken glass

What an odd little child she was. Bold. Bolder then he had anticipated for one whom had only moments ago near coward in his presence. A conflicted child then. At least to some extent. Testing the boundaries of her own nature. How well he knew that, understood it even, and yet his intrigue in the girl, for now, remained somewhat superficial. Later, perhaps, he would investigate further. Her words were a near mimic off his own, an attempt, he suspected, to press upon those invisible boundaries of child and adult and one he was not truly inclined to allow. The nature of (most) Alphas a tenuous thing and one better not pressed agianst. Even if he found her boldness in that moment almost....amusing. A Were child would know where they stood near instantly. Their species so designed for it and yet Fae or otherwise he was willing to entertain only a little of that impish nature. Frost snorted softly in response and yet his own shoulders rolled loosely in a near noncommittal shrug of sorts as Maeve seemed determined to stand up for her supposed 'friends' once more. The idea of Tobias and Tetradore, of all people, holding interest in a child was almost foolish. Perhaps the girl was worth something. Then again, there was nothing to say Tetradore had not simply, for whatever reason, taken some interest in the child.

"I'm not asking you."

Those words were delivered with that same cold, indifferent bluntness as so many of his words tended to be. That lack of emotion leaving little room for the girl to argue that point or indeed, deduce exactly what tone those very words sort to imply all at once. That such a conversation was ended, however, was distinctly clear. Frost entertaining it no further beyond that very mention that he would hardly call himself 'friends' with that rival pack. Such a word holding within it a notion of something akin to affection he surely did not feel with his fellow Alpha. His bond with Tetradore perhaps better described as one of....camaraderie. Respect. A shared understanding and general indifference to one another in turn. He hardly wished the other Alpha any ill will and yet beyond that deal they had made between them he saw no need to help the man in any fashion either. Tetradore and himself content to simply exist with one another. That near innocent query from the young Fae girl on what he would call that relationship prompted that singular lift of an eye once more. Frost content to eye Maeve another moment longer as if attempting to decide whether her question was genuine or she was simply testing those boundaries once more. His words this time a touch more gentle perhaps.

"What I call it is my concern, not yours, Small One."

The business of adults was just that- not for the minds of children to concern themselves with. There would be time enough in the world for politics later. Besides, child or otherwise, his relationships with other packs was not for her ears. Frost nothing if not a distinctly guarded creature in every sense of the word. The stallion, however, saw little need not to take the hand of the child and afford it that firm shake in return. Confidence in the least, was a respectable thing and yet just what exactly he thought of the Fae whom looked so much like himself remained to be seen. Nadya's insistence that she did, indeed, love him, prompted that shift off his attention towards her once more. Those words, though they had been spoken several times now, were still....new to both his lips and mind and yet he hardly found them unfavourable. Frost willing to admit that he rather....liked the sound of them. Especially when Nadya uttered them. If that love, in turn, helped the child understand that relationship then so be it. That very mention of trolls, in the least, seemed to amuse the girl. Frost affording his mate a pointed look all the same. They never had truly seen eye to eye when it came to discussing some of those matters of the world with Micah and Isabella. Frost so often determined to present the children with a blunt, open honesty Nadya was assured the world would teach them in time all the same. Their parenting differences in this decidedly stark and perhaps so reflective of their own childhoods in turn.

"Thank you."

He offered simply to Maeve at her insistence he was likely not a troll. Nadya given another sideways glance as if near daring her to argue with the girl. Children so apparently the authority on Trolls. The idea of his grumpiness he was perhaps willing to accept. Frost having heard himself described in that very manner more then once and by far more than one other being. Maeve's tale off what he suspected to be Hunters, however, readily prompted his own attempts to explain that situation once more. A Fae child was valuable. Dead or alive. Hunters and Vampires perhaps the largest of her concerns. Fae blood, after all, was something of a siren for vampires. That the girl remained aware of those dangers seemed only sensible and yet, once more, Nadya sought to make some effort to soften the blow and spare the girl from those blunt details Frost would likely have been uninclined to shield her from. His ability with children still somewhat....lacking and yet- perhaps his own upbringing was surely to blame. Nadyas attempts to warn the girl away from the West however, seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Maeve insisting she had been there a number of times before. Her voice holding a casual ease. In the very least, if she truly was beneath Tetradore's protection there was surely little to worry off. Frost inclined to believe in turn that this child was not unintelligent. A little naive perhaps, but such was the price of youth.

"You should listen to Nadya."

Whether or not the girl would remained to be seen. Maeve speaking of 'Andras' then. A parent or guardian of some sort he presumed, one that, perhaps, worked away often if Maeve's words were to be believed. The young Fae insisting he was not around very much. Frosts own features frowned slightly in contemplation before Nadya sent the young child off to join that class. That very mention of 'Alpha Frost' seeing the stallions gaze lift once more to meet Maeve's own. Her words prompting that flicker of a simper once more.

"So i've been told."

His attention shifted back to Nadya then as Maeve hurried off. His own head shaking slightly at that query of who this 'Andras' was.

"I'm not familiar with the name but I rarely deal with Fae. I could find out though, if need be, it would hardly be difficult."

Between his own contacts and Alexanders ability to access that Hunter database it would hardly be difficult to track down this individual if Nadya desired it. Frost already having come to suspect she held some affection for the Fae girl. It was...unfortunate, perhaps, that she was hardly a Were. A Were, after all, belonged with a pack. A Fae however- did not. A Fae required other Fae. Frost, for that moment, saw little need to pry into Nadya's thoughts. His mate unlikely to allow a child to go astray. Hmm. Perhaps he would yet see the old child again.

"I will take Micah and Isabella home. See you tonight. Do not get yourself entangled in the affairs of Fae, Naja. They are are dying breed for a reason."

Frost shifted smoothly then to press his lips to his mates cheek in that chaste kiss before heading back across that studio in search of their own children to make his way home. Whether or not Nadya would heed his words surely remained to be seen. When it came to children, Nadya had always been determined.