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

You've got your ball, you've got your chain


Posted on January 05, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
East
all this devotion was rushing over me, and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me, but the arms of the ocean deliver me.

Stories of different species were mystical to me as a child. I hadn't met vampires or were-creatures until I lived in the United States; you can only imagine my surprise at the discovery that there were other species who embodied supernatural means. It was fascinating that vampires survived on the very life fluid of other beings... Who created that curse? It was mystifying to me that some individual or creature or deity had one day stumbled upon the thought that survival would be enriched if another's life was at stake. Or was it necessary? Did someone give their blood willingly, cursing humanity and its common ancestors as prey to a race that fed on the very thing that allowed an individual to live? Unless the vampire willingly accepted the change to a predatory, viral race I don't believe that they are any less than any other species. Cursed? Maybe, but only as cursed as they allowed themselves to be. There were some that embellished their curse, using the talents given to them on borrowed time to charm the innocents that they stole blood from. And the others? They withered in sorrow, pining for lives that existed only when their hearts were beating. As for the charming man who had ultimately borrowed my attention and my figure to slide against his for the sake of a rouse, the nature of his curse was impenetrable and invisible.

At least for now.

"Well, a woman can't let her man see all of her deep, dark secrets, right?"

The powder room joke stands to reason. I do enjoy my time primping, taking some kind of pride in the way you can take care of yourself. My history would stand to reason that my confidence in my physical self might not exist, but there was something I fell in love with after time playing with my vanity regardless of who was sitting at it's throne. The makeup, the curls... I loved feeling distinctly feminine, and that was a surefire way to get there. It was rather obvious that He approved of this particular pastime, even if he simply enjoyed perusing the booty (ha, get it?) and plunder that the toils of pirating a vanity exuded. As the "employee" offered the man and I a rude stare, her daggers flying haphazardly towards our figures as she slams the shop door shut upon her exit. This only brings a broad smile to my face, lighting my crystalline eyes.

"I think she just quit."

Though my words slip from my lightly glossed lips in a cloud of humor, the smile fades as surprise registers on my features. Am I hungry? The question is silly, though he doesn't know me the answer would always, eternally be "yes!" My eyes dance from the fading figure of the woman who had ambushed this man so greatly that he needed my help to the man himself, resting gently on his smirk.

"If only I wasn't hungry," I mused, a good-natured smile replacing the haughty smirk I had adorned for the woman. "I think a safer question is: if you were hungry, would you like witch blood?"

elenore arabia dorian



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