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.
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Posted on March 05, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 It is a truly and decidedly delicate interplay that occurs in those moments between man and beast, one far more fought within the mind of each then an any physical sense- through truly Frost was half inclined to consider how capable he may be of tumbling Alexander entirely. The man was far more experienced then any he had come across so far, a part of him content in this knowledge- more assured of his choice in companion and yet while some part of the man might be willing to accept, if not appreciate Alexanders knowledge- the determinedly animalistic part of himself pressed only more firmly against the challenge such a man presented. Both, it would seem, are content to walk upon the delicate knifes edge between war and peace- at least for now. Frost, after all was willing to concede some level of control to the rider, though how much remained yet to be tested. That a true battle, at some point, might surely calm remained to be seen within this proverbial moment of calm both seem content to have found. Alexander, in the least, had proven some satisfactory skill- enough to further assure the equine that the man would prove to be useful in the end, that he held some actual value and potentially possessed some ability to teach what Frost did not already know. Though how much of his own pride, perhaps, was willing to admit to such short-comings in his own wealth of knowledge remained to be seen. This entire façade, after all, is new to the stallion- each gesture, word and touch outside his current knowledge though for now one he has contented himself to learning. The momentary peace between the pair continue to last several more moments before the pale stallions feels Alexander's heels at his sides once more, offering that same, soft nudge they previously had. He understands entirely what the man desires, this single 'forward' command perhaps the only one the pair had managed to achieve and yet still the stallions hesitates- considering once more if he truly desires to do entirely as asked before his muscle rolls once more. This time however, there is no sharp tense or rapidly building pressure within the equines powerful form. This time he simply decides to abide the command, strolling suddenly forward and into an easy enough walk, heavy feathered hooves slapping at the sandy ground for an entire circuit of the arena. He was unwilling to admit, either to himself or the Hunter that this was not nearly so bad as he had envisioned, that perhaps his previous aversions to such a task had been misguided on some level and yet he is assured all the same that until Alexander, a rider of his own choosing, none had been worth such a privilege all the same. Alexander, at least, seemed to hold some respect for him as both animal and man- one precious few Hunters ever seemed entirely capable of and it is for perhaps that reason alone that Frost simply allows this interaction now. It takes near the entire length of the arena before the stallion relaxes into the swinging gait of his own walk, stride extending easily now, motion far more fluid beneath his own decision that Alexander was not someone to be battled against here and now. The war horse pauses once more only when they reach the gate again, assured this is what Alexander had desired, keeping himself still as the man climbs down. How such a little being managed to climb up in the first place was truly a marvel to Frost all the same, the Hunter clearly more athletic than he appeared. Any attempt by the man to move away however is met with a sudden and abrupt snort, the large animal extending his neck suddenly forward, teeth parting to grasp the back of the mans jacket and haul him suddenly backwards, ears lacing back atop his head in a clear disdain. He can smell the apple the Hunter has concealed somewhere upon him, the decidedly animalistic part of the Were refusing to allow Alexander to leave without this treat, large nose reaching forward shove impolitely at his chest all the same before waiting once more. His violet gaze watching with clear anticipation. That he has, clearly, never been set any boundaries in this regard remain to be seen- Frost entirely used to receiving entirely what he desires, any attempt by the Hunter to move away without offering this concealed treat met with a ready snap of teeth. It is only when Alexander, finally, produces the apple that Frost moves to take it from his hand- the fruit little more then a singular mouthful for such a large animal before he moves to stride abruptly forward and out of the arena- heading for the clothing he had left within the nearby trees. You can get home from here, right? An understanding they may have reached, yet Frost sees no need to actually take the man home. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Alex. It is all he offers, stepping into the shadows of the trees and forest, content to leave the Hunter to make his own way back. The goodness of his heart after all- clearly does not yet extend this far as he lopes easily into the darkness and towards his own pack and home. |