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

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Posted on September 24, 2020 by Rixon Leifsson
East

frost.

frozen down to the core



Frost's hands tucked deeper into the pockets of his jacket. The man quickened his pace ever so slightly in an effort to step around a Mother and young child who were walking so impossibly slowly he was near assured the pair were at risk of freezing upon the sidewalk. He found himself....irritable today. People were too slow. Everything was too slow. Several of the equines within that Hunter unit had failed to submit their reports to him, Frost having spent the better part of that afternoon quite literally chasing one young woman who was determined to avoid paperwork at any cost. It was as if they didn't take their own fucking jobs seriously. Frost snorted softly, several strands of snowy hair fell loosey forward and into the unusual violet of his gaze as he moved to push it aside. There was a chance, he supposed, that Nadya was right. That he was too serious all the time and yet he hardly knew any other way to be. The world was not made of rainbows and butterflies the way half those new recruits to the Mounted Unit seemed to believe it was. As if they were training merely for fun. As if some vampire didn't linger around the corner waiting to tear horse and rider apart at any given moment for no other reason than because he could. Hmm. Maybe he was a little...jaded agianst the world. Frost's tongue brushed across his lip in contemplation of that very thing. He had heard those other equines talk. Gossip about himself was common. Wasn't that the burden of any Alpha? Any leader? He knew they thought him....cold. Distant. Hard. Emotionless. Even Nadya, he knew, had allowed those very thoughts to cross her mind and yet he hardly knew how to be anything....less. There simply wasn't.....time for....softness. It only got you killed in the end.

Frost allowed his head to shake ever so slightly, the WereHorse stepping up onto the first step of Alexander's cafe only to nearly collide with a man who all but stormed out before him. Hmm. Alexander had been having an interesting afternoon. The vaguest hint of a simper tugged loosely at the stallions lip. Some part of him seemed to find amusement at the idea of Alexander and his own equally stoic facade having gotten under the skin of the irritated fellow, before Frost stepped into the warmth of that cafe. The inner Sanctum had become the stallions veritable....escape from the world in one way or another. That pack house was equally full today, Frost simply unwilling to face that noise just yet. Maybe he would bring them all back something. Maybe. Then again, if he sat in his usual chair long enough, and stared at Alexander long enough, there was every chance his rider might afford him that leftover carrot cake he knew Alexander often kept for him. Even if the man refused to admit it. The irritated fellow from earlier, however, had left quite the mess in his wake. One barista looked upon the verge of tears as she struggled to clean up the mess around her, several other customers seemed content to merely eye her in apparent shock. Frost, for now, moved to edge his way around that chaotic center and towards his armchair beside the window. One that was currently occupied by a woman with yet another smashed tea cup at her feet. Today, it seemed, was an unfortunate day for tea cups.

Frost paused beside that table. There was another, vacant armchair less than three feet away and yet that was not his armchair. This one was. How...unfortunate that such a woman had so illegally taken up residence within it. Perhaps she was new to this part of the city. Everyone, after all, knew to leave that space for Frost himself. The stallion's violet eyes shifted from the spilled tea cup at his feet and up toward the woman herself. The pair seemed content to eye one another in a momentary silence. How ready he was to simply command her to move and yet, for perhaps the first time, the words of those other equines lingered within his mind. He could be nice.....he supposed. If he tried. Frost's head nodded toward that broken, spilled tea cup then.

"Did you anger the Mad Hatter too?"

The complete failure on Frost's part to so much as smile, perhaps, was what resulted in that joke hardly appearing as such. The woman within his chair seemed to eye him in complete confusion. As if she had failed to understand that joke at all. Did she not know about the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland? Had she never witnessed his ability to destroy tea parties? Frost's attempts to compare that irritated stranger to the comical cartoon character apparently having fallen short. This. This was exactly why he didn't try. Tetradore would have understood that joke he was certain. Frost's gaze seemed to narrow near abruptly before a near exasperated sigh managed to leave his lips. The stallion, his attempts at 'nice' having failed (he deemed his hopeless joke a serious effort), abruptly reverting to his usual gruff demeanor.

"You're in my seat."

His words held no emotion. That statement offered as bluntly and as coldly as ever. Frost so clearly anticipating the woman to move, or at the very least, vacate that chair in favour of the one opposite it. His gaze continued to meet her own in a manner near unflinching. The fashion in which Frost's hand moved across that table was surely unseen unless she chose to look away from him and down toward his fingers as they reached to silently slide that sugar jar closer to him. An unattended sugar jar was a rarity. Alexander so often ordered those waitresses to take them away whenever Frost lingered and yet, for now, the Hunter was otherwise occupied. Frost was hardly willing to waste that opportunity. His fingers flicked that lid with ease, a singular sugar cube plucked from within before he lifted it abruptly to his lips. His gaze remained near unwavering on the poor woman before him as he did. The irony of his own frosted demeanor and the sweet sugar upon his tongue was hardly lose upon him and yet Frost was certain any further jokes were wasted upon this girl all the same. Hmmm. It was unfortunate. She was pretty too.


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