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 than I've ever been
Though her body, her hands, coax him onwards, her movements echoing a ravenous hunger that has surely gnawed at the innards of both of them for quite some length of time, the slightest tremble works its way down her spine to culminate in the almost-undetectable quiver of her clenched hands. Inherent in the gesture is certainly not a modicum of hesitation nor does it imply even the faintest whisper of doubt. It had been perhaps an embarrassingly long time since last Isolt had taken a lover, the tumult of her mortal life and the undeniably tragic nature of her transformation having left little room for such frivolity. In truth the young woman had barely offered the realization a passing thought, and certainly she had never lamented it. But now, with him, it seemed as though she required his touch, required the feel of his skin whispering against her own, required the delicious pressure that was his weight atop her.
It is for this reason that, despite the shiver of nervous energy that rattles its way down the sloping curvature of her spine, Isolt constricts her legs about his hips in a way that is faultlessly suggestive. A smile, the barest shadow of a grin though nonetheless enchanting, grips her features as he draws nigh to her, the glistening azure of her eyes finding his for a drawing moment of pregnant quietude before her lips coalesce with his. The kiss is deep though marked by brevity as he moves to fill her, a breathless gasp forfieted from Isolt as the supple tips of her fingers move to delve themselves into the broad, taut muscles of his back. It is all that she had expected from this and so much more, her leanly-muslced legs craddling her lover as her hips move to meet his advances and proffer up her own tantilizing angles for his enjoyment.
Smoothly do gentle pulses escalate to voraciously-eager thrusts, Isolt finding it necessary to reach above her head with a single hand and grip the curved brim of the desk for support as she seeks to meet her partner's movements stride for titillating stride. Damon is, as she had fantasized that he would be, sexual poetry in motion; his movements perfection, landing expertly upon the myriad bullseyes of her body's hidden targets. She is but putty within his hands, her bare torso rising in a sensuous arc to press itself against his won heavily-muscled frame. All too quickly does the redheaded damsel discover that her body has, indeed, begun its ascension in search of the nirvana it has been denied all this time. Her fangs descending involuntarily as she brushes their sharp apexes and the plump cushions of her lips down the side of Damon's neck, attempting to coax from him the very same pleasure he seeks from her...