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.
(dear friend it will be alright, please just stay by my side)
(you might think the world is tumbling down, but it's not)
The violet eyed girl was no stranger to testing boundaries, as like so many other children. And those same strange violet eyes watch the man, as if thinking of what boundaries she ought to test today. Maeve was trying to figure out her own personality, trying on different hats as she encounters new faces. A still simper from Tetradore, lopsided grins from Tobi, grace from Audette, and maybe even a little hot lava from Mira. And now, now Maeve tries on that personality of Frost, seeing, perhaps how the violet eyed girl may like it. Her mimicking, a talent so many children possessed, causes a smile to leak through her lips. This Frost was certainly an interesting man. Still, she keeps a careful watch on him with those violet eyes of hers, tilting that head adorned with snowy locks if only slightly.
Children were born to test boundaries, making the violet eyed fae girl no different than her peers, even if, the truth of the matter is, Maeve is far, far different than any other children her age. The gossamer haired child would learn that in time, but for now, she is content to be apart of the crowd.
A simper finds her, brightening her delicate features, so unaware of his Alpha status. The amethyst eyed child watches Frost for a response. Maeve bases all of her assumptions on her life experience. Life experience that has, so far, been short and sweet and made of happiness and smiles. She is naive although there is no stupidity there, she has yet to develop and grow, to know what each expression means. She keeps assuming he will smile at her and say something nice as so many have, but he does not. Instead, he keeps looking at her with stoic expressions and offering cold, distant responses. But Maeve is not afraid. She is once more almost taken aback by his cold voice, if only for a second, but that child like curiosity within her is too strong a spark to simply dull, craftily engraved within her own smile. She dithers lightly on those ballerina feet. "And I wasn't asking you," she says then, those eyebrows raising impishly over those bright eyes.
They were odd eyes, much like his own. Pretty eyes.
Eyes had a way of staring, unwavering, in a way only children can.
Her smile is set firmly in place upon her pale face, as if even he could not shake it. The blonde smirks a little, undeterred by his reply it would seem, if anything it excites her, the strange summer child. "Then I will not concern myself with it, Tall one," she says.
Perhaps not friends, not quite yet.
Her hand is so small with his, despite the way their skin tone seems to almost match. Strange still how much they truly look alike. Perhaps it was both the magic in their veins, though one be a fae and one be a were. But there would be no way for her to suppress a giggle amongst the subject of trolls being thought up. An image of the Alpha Frost being under a bridge and waiting for unaware travelers to cross. Only to jump out with a face nearly as grumpy as the one he wears now upon his face demanding some sort of payment. "You could make a lot of money as a troll," she says then, still with a simper upon her lips as she tilts that head only slightly to the side, as if playing a game.
"Times are changing?" She asks Nadya, looking up at her with strange eyes of violet. For someone so young, Maeve has hardly experienced anything in her life to say that things have changed. Is this how the rest of her life would be? Nothing ever staying the same? It is then those eyes shift to Frost as he speaks. "Yes, Alpha Frost," she says. It was almost fun, playing that Frost was the leader of everything. Little did she know he was actually leader of a pack, and had many at his orders.
Maeve bounced off to class then, stretching with the other children. "What's your name?" One asks. "I like your ears, they're cute." Says another. Nadya then steps into the classroom. Maeve nods in response to her words. "I will try," she says with a smile. Maeve moves through class, hip hop was certainly not her strong suit, but with the help of her fellow classmates, the fae child starts to quickly pick up on the choreography.
The ballet class was much more her style. Maeve moved with fluid ease and grace, much of it afforded to her own supernatural species, and the rest afforded to her early training and constant dedication to her craft. It felt good to be dancing again, that much the little fae knew for certain. "Thank you, Nadya," she says when the classes had ended for the day. "Sure!" She says then excitedly, but that smile falls slightly upon her face. "Nadya...I haven't met many fae...hardly any...what if I make a fool of myself?" She says, twiddling her hands together. "I still want to meet him though."