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

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 Marcello

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 December 07, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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For several moments at least the woman seemed to struggle to drag herself from the clutches of sleep or whatever hangover it was she seemed to be fighting, the white-haired young man choosing to offer nothing by way of conversation, merely watching her struggle with her own apparent nausea or whatever other illness seemed to have plagued her with all the mercy of a vulture waiting for a wounded boar to die. It would be a waste, truly, for the skinny girl to perish, the man having perceived some minor value within her and yet within the same breath- should she have collapsed and died here and now he would hardly be given to do more then mutter about her having wasted his time before wandering off. It was fortunate perhaps, that her will to live seemed entirely capable of overcoming whatever aliment she was suffering from- reaching down to the backpack at her feet before procuring a number of items from it's depths. His shirt was perhaps the first object to seize his attention, a...book of some sorts following, the girl very near seeming to offer them before abruptly leaning forward to hug them to herself, inhaling the scent of his shirt in a manner some part of him found curious, while another part found wholly unsettling though his features remain carefully impassive. Ridiculous creatures- wolves. Presents?

"You shouldn't have."

It is little more than a glacial purr as so many of his words fail to be, one side of his lip lifting ever so slightly in some vague gesture of belated humour before the slender woman before him continued. She was looking decidedly healthier then their last encounter and yet to be of any true threat she would need to gain significantly more condition than that which she held in this moment, the vague and slender tendril of authority he had thus far maintained over her a tenuous thing at best and one he expected her to challenge entirely in time, perhaps something to look forward to for another day, for now there relationship existed as nothing more than a mutual interest of sorts, Crow seemingly having held up her end of the agreement they had established some days prior. Evidently however, this was not the place for such a discussion the female seeking a more private setting, a suggestion that momentarily saw those violet eyes narrow briefly beneath his snowy locks in a momentary wariness. Then again, given her current condition he truly doubted her ability to be anything more than a mosquito to be flicked aside should she hold any nefarious desires. She was more intelligent then that. The shirt she offers towards him sees his own hand extend to reach for it, pulling it readily back towards himself despite the distinct odour of wet dog the seemed to leech from it, resulting in a sudden and sharp snort from the man that very near betrayed his animal form, fingers continuing to keep the shirt at a distance all the same.

"I'm thrilled."

He rose easily to follow her from the café, pausing long enough to snatch another cube of sugar from the container, slipping it between his lips once more before stepping out and onto the curb, reaching down to snatch the offered cigarette as he passed behind her, twisting it about within his fingers before bring it to his lips.

"My house is only a few blocks from here if you think that would be appropriate enough for your....inappropriate conversation."

One finger merely lifted to press against the end of the cigarette, a mere fraction of his power summoned to aim entirely at the tip of his index finger, raising the temperature in this single appendage until the cigarette easily caught alight, hurriedly drawing that scalding heat back into his frame before taking a satisfactory drag, arms folding loosely back across his chest to regard the seated woman once more, exhaling that breath of smoke with a near satisfactory sigh, features remaining as ever concealed behind that mop of hair.

"When you think you can stand, Crow- I think I'll be ready to go."

There is the barest hint of amusement within his words, the man taking some momentary sense of pleasure in pointing out her clearly weakened state once more before neatly pivoting on his heel, offering the girl a few moments longer to gather her feet beneath her and find place beside him, if not slightly behind as she belongs- for now.

"The hair suits you."

It is an offhanded comment and yet that the violet eyed boy has noticed her aesthetic change is evidently clear, Frost content to offer nothing further on the matter, entirely absorbed in enjoying his cigarette as he navigated the streets with ease. He had never liked the city, not really, the confined spaces agitated him, the street sounds rough against his often sensitive hearing and yet like most Were's he had simply begun to learn to ignore it, his own home located at the very end of this particular street, backing on to a rather large park behind it, the two-story townhouse dramatically unassuming as opposed to the more opulent ones around it. The keys were fished readily from his jeans pocket, boots scuffing atop the stairs, ridding them of snow, cigarette tossed over his shoulder, before the lithe young man stepped readily inside, leaving the door ajar for the girl to follow, striding into the hall before making a sudden and sharp left, a clear indication for the woman to follow, unwilling to allow her to wander his home at will- as he stepped into the lounge, tossing his used shirt onto the hall table for later washing. Decoration is perhaps not his strong suite, the room plain and simple, leather and wood evidently his furnishings of choice aside from the rug that covered the floorboards in front of the fireplace he had never bothered to light, his own abilities assuring it was nothing if not entirely moot for his own needs, the space comfortable despite its simplicity, the rows upon rows of books that adorned the walls perhaps the most alarming feature of the room as Frost simply moved to collapse into his favoured chair, the lounge beside it loosely gestured to for the wolf he had invited into his own personal territory, the scent of horse, of pine and...forests seeming to linger within the air.

"You wanted privacy, you have it. Now, did you have something you wanted to tell me?"

He had hardly forgotten his own end of this little deal and if her information proved to be useful enough he was willing to make sure she got fed, the man not entirely heartless after all- when he could be bothered to display any emotion other than indifferent apathy. Besides, a good meal might make the girl look a little less.....like he might break her, the same thought that had teased at his mind during their first meeting once more circulating briefly, his own inner monologue seeing the barest ghost of a simper pass his lips, head resting in a manner almost boyish upon his hand, fingers drumming against the arm of his chair as he simply waited for her to prove useful.




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