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 August 21, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
East
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Despite the tip of the bolt still laced within his skin, Tetradore hardly had much difficulty in keeping up with the young female. There was a certain sort of tenacity to her as she made her way towards her own little sanctuary, it was something his animalistic instincts picked up on though he was entirely unable of giving it any real sort of meaning. Never the less, it wasn't as if Tetradore was actually paying any real sort of attention to the female beyond following in the wake of her sneakers with nearly silent pads. In fact, his thoughts were still tarrying on his wounds, his supernatural healing attempting to kick in around the foreign object enough so that he was quite certain the thing would come out with measureable difficulty later, not to mention the bruising that still was present on his skin from his latest run in with the Draft horse. The thought of it was enough to blossom another wave of annoyance within the male, one that was interrupted only by the sound of his first name. The feline halted almost immediately, his emerald eyes staring up at her, entirely taken back. Only his sibling had ever pronounced those syllables in an infinitely long time. It felt peculiar to hear his name voiced by someone else - his real name.

Tetradore stared at the fae for a long moment before her words seemed to register within him, his figure launching forward to bound into the apartment complex with a certain sort of feline grace. He paused over the threshold, glancing back at girl as she slid in behind him, leading the way towards the door that belonged solely to her. The large panther paused at her side, his gaze watching as she slid the key into the lock, opening up the studio apartment. He stepped in first, her cautionary warning to be quick still echoing within his mind and yet, he hardly ventured in much further into her realm. Instead, the feline sat on his haunches, his emerald eyes inspecting the notably bare room he had stepped into. In truth, the absence of furniture did not particularly bother him. After all, for the majority of his life Tetradore had held absolutely nothing to his name, not even the clothes on his back. He glanced upward at the note of embarrassment that laced her lyrics, offering the woman nothing more than a feline attempt at a shrug.

Instead, he remained where he was, watching the woman as she made her way around the small flat. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly at the mention of tea, his emerald eyes entirely blank at the prospect of it. After all, his vampire mistress had never been one to relish in such luxurious, preferring instead the thick, crimson life force of others as she so often did. Running the club, Tetradore had been left with little in the way of beverage with the except of booze - a drink in which he had at times become intimately familiar with. Tea was a foreign concept to him, one in which Tetradore could offer no assistance on. Her wounds, however, were another matter entirely. His emerald eyes watched as the girl dumped out the contents of her first aid kit, entirely uncertain of what to do with it. A soft sigh left his parted lips as the man ignored her efforts at human, instead he slowly rose to all fours, approaching her strewn out mess of items. He bent over the array, his nose shifting through the contents before landing on a small tube of ointment. It took surprising care to gingerly lift up the tube in his sharpened canines, careful not to puncture it before a rather expectant look was given towards the fairy. He was, in some fashion or another, making an effort to be useful. After all, an iron wound couldn't be that different from a burn could it? It certainly didn't look so at any rate.

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