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

i'm waking up to ash and dust [TET]


Posted on September 10, 2016 by henry tudor
East



This whole...were thing was really strange. Henry wasn't sure he truly understood what was happening to his body. He felt the same. Maybe Sterling was just talking shit back at the apartment. None of what he was saying really made sense. He tried to convince himself that it did make sense, but he was only fooling himself. All Henry knew was that he was sick as a fucking dog and then woke up outside and naked. For all he knew he could have easily just been hallucinating and ended up outside. Sterling's explanation freaked him out.

Even though Henry trusted Sterling with his life, it was very hard to take any stock in what he said. It sounded outrageous. Henry had been in Sacrosanct for months...months of full moons and nothing had happened. Why now? Something just wasn't right. Then again, Sterling was very convincing. He acted like he had truly seen him turn into a panther. Maybe Sterling was hallucinating too. Maybe they had taken some drugs or something. Surely there was another explanation.

This particular afternoon, Henry had left the apartment, needing some time to himself to try to figure his shit out. He knew Sterling was trying to help him, but it was just confusing to him. It wouldn't have been so bad if Henry could remember what had happened.

Confused, Henry slipped into the local pub near their apartment. He slid into the middle barstool and offered Joe a smile. "Joe, I'll have my usual." Joe nodded and proceeded to grab the top shelf whiskey and pour him a heaping glass on the rocks. Henry thanked the man and handed him a bill. He began to drink the liquid, hoping it offered some form of clarity. Like all things when drinking, whatever happened the other night only seemed to get more and more muddled. Shit.


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