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

as much as i'd like to feel like i belong here, i'm just as scared as you


Posted on January 14, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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It is a marked and evident shifting of paradigms betwixt this pair of creatures bred of death's cool and wretched breath. A leeching of practiced confidence from the hands of Damon, who had always clasped and wielded it with such presumptuous assurance, unto Isolt, within whose gentle grasp it seemed undeniably foreign and yet somehow no less promising. Temporary though it undoubtedly was, momentary in every way for the demeanor she possessed seemed capable of supporting no alternatively permanent option, the evidence of it shone radiantly from every darkened and downcast measure of the young woman's façade. Perhaps it was the hesitance that tugged unabashedly at clandestine marionette strings in order to dither his every movement that strengthened her so. Or perhaps the far more apt presumption was that the passing glimmer of ambivalence that flickered as a tindered flame across the span of his gaze and the need it bred within her seemed to fortify Isolt temporarily against her own encroaching tide of toxic anguish. She yearned solely for the soothing warmth of his happiness, as he did so faithfully for hers.

"Maybe you're right," she whispers, allowing the delicately rounded tips of her fingers to tenderly peruse the flesh of his jaw for but a moment before finally withdrawing. But the smile that had only just begun to unfurl the first tremulous petals upon her lips withers to crumbling ash as the grim lines of a frown dig their furrows into her companion's brow. "She's out there somewhere. I can... feel her sometimes, likes she's just around the corner. Waiting for me." The elder vampire's next words, however, have a peculiar and admittedly unexpected effect upon the crimson-haired girl. A simper, brilliantly light and wholly bereft the pressing heft of moments prior, dawns splendidly upon her lips. "Damon, stop," she insists with lighthearted reassurance, the radiant azure of her eyes once more seeking his. "That man ended up saving me, helping me set myself free. And he didn't help me the night I died because my Maker made it impossible for him to do so. I know that... now," she concludes in a mere whisper-soft lilt.

As if in some unspoken quest for solace from the thickly laden atmosphere of emotional agony that had no doubt been bred of her own words, her own curiosities, Isolt retreats from him but a few small strides. Delicate fingers curl nervously about a lock of crimson silk, twirling it absentmindedly for momentary want of the confidence that, now, seems as elusive as it ever had been. Uncertainty once more weaves its threads into the pristine tapestry of her angelic features, blazing in understated perfection within the crystalline blue of her eyes as she peers up at him through a veil of finely curled lashes. "If you don't mind saving the tree for a bit later, I'd like to give you your gift now. But," Isolt gives pause then, silently preparing herself for the probability of his refusal at her next request and respectively fortifying her heart against the troubling notion, "I'd need to drive your car again. Please."


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