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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
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.
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.
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
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
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.
you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared
The assassin wasn't truly aware the man didn't enjoy his personal space being invaded, though, even if she was coherent, Vhalla very much doubted she would care. The narrowed gaze, the irritation that takes over him as she continues to poke his bubble. It had merely been convenient for her to sit down... because she was going to simply fall on her face if she didn't. Removing her arm from his shoulders, she settles into her chair a bit hazardously, Vhalla's body swaying dangerously before she regains control and traces the rim of her cup. Of course, the woman hardly realized she had quite nearly ended up on her ass. It was due to the fact she had rolled her eyes, that simple motion causing the entirety of the room to spin. When he accepts her drink, she can't help but grin at him, as if it was the largest achievement she had ever accomplished. Vhal still had no notion as to why she was trying to harass the man into drinking with her, maybe she really was a lonely old hag. The thought doesn't last long though as she tips her head back to take a long drink. The burn on her throat from the alcohol having been long lost an hour or so ago, now it merely was sweet, sweet relief.
There's only a brief moment in between her stalling question and then the stranger's own observances. Vhalla arches a brow at him as she nurses her drink and merely offers him a sickening sweet smile. His response immediately has her furrowing her brows at him, her lower lip jutting out in an almost pouty fashion, "I am not that drunk, I could run circles around you right now," she sniffs at him haughtily as she pauses, glancing at him with a shrug, "It's my weekend." Let's be honest, if it had been a Wednesday or a Thursday she still would have said it was her weekend. The woman merely just didn't care anymore. Vhalla didn't miss the challenging glance he threw her way and once upon a time she might have acted on it, though, she still wasn't going to tell him he was right. Yet, she's still surprisingly honest with her answer, fully realizing that any normal person would think she was crazy. Might as well be a drunk and crazy person, why the hell not?
She responds with mock laughter, ignoring the stern features so drifting across the man's face. He hardly bats an eye at her statement, instead, he responds with a question. Vhalla allows a small, wicked smile to curl at the corner of her lips, a humorless and almost... sad expression, "The big bad kitty cat tried to kill me," she wiggles her fingers into the man's bubble again, nearly grazing his face before she pulls back her hand. Another lie, Tetradore wasn't going to kill her, he was merely attempting to only go after Ivan. Honestly, she would have let the shifter maul her to death if only to rid this empty and hateful feeling that continued to spread through her like a disease. The memory attempts to surge once more but she firmly shoves it back down, not wanting to spoil a perfectly good drink... that was now empty. Frowning at said empty glass, she waves it in the air to grab the bartender's attention before glancing back at the stranger next to her. Not wanting to dawdle on her problems, she quickly changes the subject and inquires about his sketchbook, those glacier eyes looking pointedly at his bag.
She grins at her own joke, the man having no idea whatsoever the girl probably would set it on fire. His response has her gesturing her empty glass at him, "I can hold my own, thank you very much," she says, perhaps a bit smugly as the bartender arrives with a beer. Glancing at it, she shrugs, it would do just as well as the amber liquid she had been drinking all night. She doesn't immediately grasp the glass and instead, swivels in her chair to face the man, "If I sit on my hands and don't lean over your shoulder, can I look at your drawings?" She asks, brows raised slightly. Okay... so maybe she couldn't kick that curiosity that so lingered within her. She even goes as far as to entice him with food just so she could take a peek at his drawings, Vhalla offering a smile that was more of a grimace. His response has her pulling away like she had just been slapped, her eyes widening slightly. There's a brief pause before she tilts her head back and roars with laughter, "I don't date," she finally gets out after catching her breath, "Though, if you're offering yourself, I'd consider," she winks at him before laughing again. Her depressing thoughts all but vanished for the time being.
Nodding her head to him, she inquires about his work, the man seeming to become a bit more... shady as she continues to harass him. Which, in turn, only made the witch that much more curious about his work. The mention of books have her leaning forward slightly, her attention completely riveted to the stranger then. How she loved books and this guy was designing a logo for a new series? She had to know! "I know it's supposed to be all secret, secret but... can I see it?" She asks, her face brightening and adding after a moment, "Please?" Vhalla could probably count on one hand how many times she had politely asked someone for something and yet, here she was, showing manners to a stranger of all people!
To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered