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.
For the number of people on the street, Harper hadn't noticed a particular face among them. Of course, her focus was primarily on the cars for a next meal, not memorising passing faces that would mean nothing in the long run. There had been no tell-tale signs for undercover cops, cops, or overly nosy folks on the streets. Not here, not right now. This area was too posh for people to worry themselves about the dirt underneath their shoes, which Harper was little above that if you asked her. So that she went unnoticed beyond the occasional upturned nose, she was more than pleased. To be invisible made her life easier, at least until she elected to turn that table upside down for a goodtime. At the moment, though, her appearance seemed settled comfortably in the random car, perusing the compartments like someone searching for that missing coin or whatever. Nothing obvious, nothing worth drawing attention to. She would be out of it any moment now, at least she would have been had her movements not begun to slow as her mind pondered over dinner options and focus waned. This lack of focus was really why her old crew used to ensure she was always partnered (besides that whole 'safety in numbers' shit). She never focused. She never took things seriously. She was too recklessness. GODDAMMIT HARPER - Ugh, she didn't like to think about that soooo she wouldn't.
"Ugh, no, not at all. There's like a half used pack of gum and... I think this is a used tissue? Gross." Her nose crinkled in disgust as she quickly flicked the tissue aside, wiping her hand furiously on her jeans. It hadn't even occurred to her yet that no one ought to be talking. She wasn't working in a team; she was flying solo. Had been for a while. Just hold for another moment... 3... 2... The sudden realisation that she had company registered, her entire body freezing rigidly. Her throat was thick, jaw clenched tightly, eyes wide in panic.
This was bad.
Her eyes flicked to the side, noting that there was no one blocking the door. She could still make a run for it. Maybe she should try. Wait - maybe they didn't realise it yet. Maybe they were just trying to hit on her? One of those weird pickup scenarios? Highly doubtful but she could happily play that route easier than "Oops! Is this your car? Silly me!" then run like hell. Shuffling her position so her feet were firmly on the ground outside and she was barely on the edge of the seat, one hand gripping the frame of the car, Harper finally turned to see who was talking to her. She also preferred this position in case she needed to make a sudden dash for it. She was prepared to happily talk her way out of the situation (if possible) or run (more likely), what she was not prepared for was the girl's following question. What kind of Were was she? What? Was that even a question they were supposed to ask? Wasn't it rude or something? God, she really should figure out this whole 'Were society' at some point.
"Uh..." Harper intelligently replied, staring blankly, thoroughly caught off-guard. What kind of were? A little one. A tiny one. One she wasn't sure she wanted to advertise in case it made her an easy target. Maybe she should go back to planning to run. "Wh-What kind are you?" She fumbled, hopping out of the car as she did so, straightening to her full height as she closed the door then began walking backwards so she could still focus on her stranger. While she wasn't going to win many competitions for tallest girl, she liked to think her height at around 5'9 was respectable. More importantly, when people see a tall person, they often just assumed they were something big. Why not try to use that in case she needed to bluff?
God please don't be something huge and fangy.