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

he does not shy away from the sword


Posted on October 08, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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His mind remains- uncertain, to an extent, of just what he truly thinks of the man before him. He was of value, of that much the often indifferent equine is assured and yet in what capacity truly remains to be seen. He was knowledgeable in the least and perhaps for all his own short comings the snowy haired man does have an appreciation for intelligence and the well-read among the population, such a thing perhaps a surprising pastime of his own. Knowledge, after all, was powerful when employed correctly and it would seem this particularly hunter had such a thing by the proverbial bucket load. He allows his attention to rest more fully on the man as he offers his explanation of the teleportation ability, his own mind turning such possibilities readily before offering a stiff nod of sorts.

"It is an interesting theory."

The words are cool, dry, holding little by way of true compliment and yet the equine is willing to offer credit where it is due if he might be forced to do so- his own mind drifting slightly now into deeper considerations of the implications of such thoughts. His comment upon Bessus added almost absentmindedly, the barest indication that perhaps somewhere within the stoic creature existed an ability to be humorous if he chose- though he rarely did. The weak simper offered by his companion is ignored for now as the Hunter spoke briefly of Bessus once more- and his father, offering further insight that the equine hardly saw the need to press upon now, simply storing such information for later when it may well be better placed. He waits, in the few moments that exist after their somewhat silently fought battle of wills for the Hunter to find his jacket and what appears to be a weapon of some description tucked smoothly into his clothing, violet gaze narrowed slightly in response though he remains content enough to ignore it for now. He was doubtful, truly, that the Hunter would make any sudden decision to slay him and yet he remains attuned to the other man all the same. It would be foolish, after all, to trust him so readily.

The silence between the pair exists for little more than a block or so before the equine finds himself curious once more, asking instead after the man's proverbial death if only for the utter argument it seemed to cause historians. Half seemed convinced he had died of wounds, others claiming he had drunk himself to death through the slow destruction of his liver while others still seemed determined to believe he was assassinated, poisoned or struck with mystery illness along the lines of typhoid fever or malaria. It was an obscure question, perhaps, yet for whatever reason the equine seemed determined to have it answered. The answer that came however was perhaps not unexpected, Frost offering little more than a nod, though this mention of 'maker' was simply stored away for later as well. The hunter's final comments however, saw those violet eyes flicker towards him beneath that shock of white hair, one eye lifting slightly at the sheer audacity of the mans claim. It was amusing, truly, that even after so many years Alexander seemed utterly convinced of his armies unflinching loyalty and love. Perhaps Frost had never truly led an army of that magnitude, nor been a part of one and yet from what he knew of battle and warfare- love of a general or leader was not always assured. It would be easier, perhaps, to love a leader that brought nothing but victory and yet to hold the belief that none would ever seek to betray him was either wholly egotistical or foolishly naive- the equine undecided as to which.

He had led his own pack for a number of years, a truly sizeable force, most of which belonged now, in part at least- to the Mounted unit, a sore point even now for the stallion though he hardly chose to consider it. Yet even Frost had not been foolish enough to believe each had followed him for love. Some had, surely, yet there were others whom followed through obligation, others because he was simply the best choice at the time and others still because they simply could not defeat him through single combat and install themselves as Alpha. He had known these things, had hardly denied them, indeed he had simply managed them as best he could. Alex's declaration bringing a simper to his own lips as it danced almost readily there before fading unseen.

"I see."

He offers simply, the words themselves perhaps indicating some hidden vein of disbelief and yet for now at least he is content to let the Hunter believe as he will. He remains silent, after that, leaving the blonde man to his own thoughts as they simply walk now, strolling several more blocks as what remained of the sun's rays finally began to fade and the street lamps flickered into life. He turns, eventually, into a rather large park, leaving Alex to follow behind, heading towards the riding school that exists there- long since closed for the evening and yet he hardly has any interest in breaking in to such a building or stable, Frost wandering instead to the outdoor arena with its soft sandy ground.

"There is a switch in that tack shed, it'll turn the outside lights on- I'll be back in a moment."

He simply gestures to the shed on the side once more, evidently determined to send Alexander to find the light switch amongst the tangle of ropes and saddles and bridles within before he moved to wander away into the shadows of the side- determined to leave his clothing somewhere he could find it again. His own shift hardly takes any time at all, the man replaced with the animal now as the outdoor lights final come on, Alex evidently capable of that in the least. The sandy ground of the arena is warm beneath his hooves, holding much of the days heat still within as the towering animal simply places himself in the centre. Truly he is a far more impressive animal then he is man, his human form barely an inch taller than Alexanders own, his body...slender a best, paling in comparison to his appearance now. In truth he prefers his height now, enjoying even this small gain over the Hunter, that white coat holding the faintest tinges of gold, violet gaze hidden still beneath that long, thick mane that covered his smoothly arched neck and lead down to his far more muscular form. The type of horse rarely seen outside the elite studs of England or France or Germany, the perfect example of a stallion- save for the slight pink lines of healing flesh that exist upon his back left leg- the slowly healing wounds from Tetradore's claws. They were...mildly tender, at best, yet not near enough to affect him now.

He simply waits, long tail lashing at his flanks in impatience, the animal not entirely....comfortable to those skilled enough to see the taut hold to his muscle. After all- there are still some things the man is not entirely...used to. This charade surely one of them, Alexander looking decidedly smaller now. Indeed, how the hunter intended to even get on remained to be seen- Frost merely inclined to simply stare at him. Perhaps it was time to see how brave this Alexander truly was.

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