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

so now i give you all my sins


Posted on August 10, 2016 by isolt griffin
East

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been

They are but two halves of a grander whole in these moments of purest intimacy, two sides of the very same coin, two souls entwined if only for so brief a time. Damon is hers and she is his, an axiomatic truth rooted far more in affection and adoration than it ever would be in possessiveness. Though there is some measure of brazen greed in the manner in which Isolt's legs tighten all the more about the waist of her lover, her blatant refusal to be robbed of any of the myriad pleasures that his body has to offer her a clear deviation from the normative dictates of her persona. The generally-demure woman was undeniably and unapologetically ravenous in her pursuit of the orgasmic zenith that she strove for, both for herself and for him.

It is his whispered proclamation, though, that gives her more than a moment's pause, her body drawing to a halt to abandon its sensuous tango. Her hands move to frame the chiseled line of his jaw, a single thumb drawing its smooth edge against his lips. A peculiar smile, wholly foreign upon her lips, draws its gentle creases into her facade as she merely regards him in awed silence for he had never before uttered those words to her. It would have been disingenuous to presume that their love for one another had been an assumed thing; Isolt had pondered the possibility that Damon might have loved her, at least to some degree. The known history of his many conquests and hardly-veiled aversion to commitment and, as an extension, love had always sullied the notion that he might ever truly come to regard her with such romantic fervor. The redheaded woman had feared that she may well be just a briefly shining, flickering moment of romantic tryst within the unending span of Damon's journey through the labyrinth of immortality; a phobia that was no doubt decidedly confirmed (or so she had believed) when she had woken one eve to find that he had vanished. But here, now, in this moment he had shattered the vice of fear that had bound her at every limb... and so she can do naught but smile.

After a blissfully long moment of silent adoration Isolt draws her lover in for a kiss far more passionate than any she had bestowed on him or anyone that had come before. When finally she does part from him it is only just. "I love you too," she whispers against his lips before her body rocks boldly and forcefully against his own to meet his every wanting thrust. As every passing second ticked onwards, Isolt became less the poised Supreme and more a nucleus of lascivious need to be sated only by this man she cherished so deeply. Swiftly and without hesitation does she climb, every last fiber within her body aquiver with the electric pulse of her mounting arousal. Quickly does she reach out for the desk's edge once more, the admittedly-sturdy wood buckling beneath the vice of her grip so much so that it forfeits an audible groan. But Isolt does not offer a single moment of care, she cannot because at that moment she crests the roaring tidal wave of her own climax, Damon's name forming upon her lips and yet even this is lost to the tantilizing moan that robs her of breath she does not possess. Her nails drag to leave rosy strands down the sloping muscles of his back in an attempt to anchor herself to him as every last chord of muscle within her body constricts and she is lost to the world.


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