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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
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.
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.
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
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
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.
isolt griffin
I'm more alive then I've ever been
Every subtle movement, every batting eyelash, every gentle caress serves as a testament to the intensity with which Isolt had lamented his absence; evidence of the measure to which she had been brutalized by the emotional turmoil of what she had concluded was his abandonment of her. The shameless insistance with which the luscious pillows of her lips press against his is, moreso, a nod to the elation of his return... and, perhaps in some regards, homage to the fear that he may well evaporate from her life once more. Her lips, the supple bulbs of her fingertips, are anchors intent upon keeping him here with her, her caresses providing reassurance that he would not depart from her. That she would not lose him a second time as she had lost Aaron and Harley.
She feels the tightening of muscular cords beneath her fingertips, her own body sent to humming with the sensuous electrical current nearly radiating from his frame in rippling, clandestine waves to crash upon her. It titillates the young woman all the more, causing a paradox of arousal and apprehension to swell within her at the notion of where she intends to lead them. Many a tale had she overheard about taking a vampire into one's bed (literal or otherwise), the nightwalkers having historically earned a reputation as vigorous, sometimes violent, lovers. And so it is trust as much as passion that sees the redheaded Supreme allow herself to be guided backwards, the ruby cushions of her lips never once straying from those of her beau as her slender frame is pressed against the polished oak of the overlarge desk. That is until he sees fit to part from her, his forehead resting against hers, his entire body pulled taut as she brings her hands to rest against his chest.
Isolt knows full well that he waits for her indication, for even the most miniscule suggestion that their intentions are, indeed, one in the same. A long, silent moment is given to ponder the move she will make before finally does Isolt's lithe frame draw ever so slightly from that of his. Only just so does she retreat, though the crystalline azure of her eyes strays not an inch from the grey irises with which she had become so faultlessly familiar. Painstakingly slow is the movement of her hands as Isolt's fingertips find the collar of Damon's shirt, the maneuver that follows impressively swift as she succeeds in ripping the garment down its middle. As the material billows and falls from betwixt her fingers Isolt does naught more than smile impishly, her teeth raking languidly against the plushness of her bottom lip.