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

but they don't stand a chance


Posted on April 17, 2016 by isolt griffin
East

isolt griffin


For but a moment, the barest and most tremulous flicker in time, does she lean into his embrace. Only for a moment does she afford herself the timeless, quiet sanctuary that she has found exists in his presence and few other places; and, beneath the aroma of his unknown mistress, is the deeply alluring fragrance of his cologne, the clean smell of his skin. It soothes and it sears in the very same moment, the incessant tongues of unshed tears licking their sizzling kiss at the backs of her eyes as she relaxes in his arms for what brief snippet of time the young vampire will allow herself to do so.

And then, all at once, she lets go.

Isolt has, in her time spent beyond the veil of mortal life, finally begun to emerge as an artisan of this craft, of holding together the shards of herself that might at any moment break away from the greater and splintered whole. However, she discovers readily that Tetradore (as Damon had been) was himself pressure applied to the various weaknesses in the fissures of everything that she was. She would disintegrate entirely should she permit herself to linger in his embrace, and the repercussions she would subsequently inflict upon herself for sloughing this unto him would be severe, for how could she when his burdens were clearly many.

To Tetradore's merit is a valient effort he puts forth to mask the woes she can sense in the hard lines framing his lips, the tension of his jaw. The redheaded damsel had heard tell of the strain pressing down upon the Were community, loosened lips throwing to the winds any sense of modesty or privacy on the matters of the few individuals involved. Isolt's brow furrows pointedly as she listens in astute silence, shaking her head slowly in some miniscule attempt to address his concern for her. "No, I think he was very careful to come around while I was away. But I could... smell him, I knew he had been there. He didn't hurt Nadya, did he?" She had come to care for the emerald-eyed man's sister and her brood nearly as much as she had come to care for him, or for Harley, and so their absense had instilled a notable amount of distress within the confines of her stilled heart.

The sparkilng azure of her eyes shift as his hand finds hers, the cool suppleness of her remaining hand moving to cover his, delicate fingers gently and subconsciously whispering over his knuckles as she considers her words. Even then, they grapple and grind against the phantom knot that collects in her throat. "No," she concedes, the word issued in naught more than a whisper accented by the shaking of her fire-crowned head. "Damon left. He's gone. He left and he didn't say anything, he just... disappeared. And I thought we were... I thought he lo-," she chokes on what it is she means to say, the syllables dissolving bitterly upon the curl of her tongue. Abruptly does she straighten, battling against the slender stripe of crimson that has appeared below her glistening eyes. "Anyway, I was wrong I guess."

"I'm sorry, eat... please," she insists, a pathetic little simper blessing her lips as a single hand lifts to swipe at the collection of nearly-spilled tears at her eyes. "And Tet... you know you're always welcome here if you need to escape for a while."

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