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

My minds ship-wrecked


Posted on September 26, 2016 by Camellia Nikolaev
East
Camellia Nikolaev
sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind


Camellia's stormy grey eyes blinked a few times at the woman, a weariness to them as she tried to figure out if she was real or not, and if she was friend or foe. Her body was tense, the air in the alleyway dropping temperature rapidly until her breathe clouded in front of her and her skin was laced with goosebumps. The cold didn't bother the woman from Siberia, but it might make the stranger shiver, if she was real or if her hallucinations were convincing enough. Dropping the temperature was her defense mechanism, the only way she felt safe when she was in danger or unsure if she was hallucinating or not. The woman held her hands up in a non threatening way, and even with the distance between them Camellia could scent that she was nothing more than human, if she was real. Her head tilted slightly with the girl's words, her body still tensed as she could do anything but relax: she was a trapped, crazy animal, and the worst thing the woman could do in these moments would be to move closer.

"I ....I thought I heard someone crying for help in here.... but...." she said with a shakey voice, her words smothered in a thick Russian accent as she trailed off, unwilling to admit her own mental disorder. She glanced back to where she had seen the girl not moments before, but now there was nothing, the hallucination having faded. When she glanced at her hands, she flinched as she saw blood coating them, shaking them as if trying to shake it off before she buried her face in her hands once more. She acted crazy and she felt crazy, she couldn't even trust her own mind so it left little room for trusting others like this woman. When she looked back up at the woman, the ferocity remained but there was also an almost desperate, pitiful panic in them as well. Some days were bad, but today her schizophrenia was acting up really bad and there was nothing she could do about it.

She snorted as the woman said she looked fine, if there was one thing the WereTiger knew it was that she was not fine and she didn't look fine, her cool composure had shattered. "Do I?" she asked sarcastically, because even she knew she was anything but fine. She sighed and cursed in under her breathe in Russian, hating herself for even walking into the alleyway in the first place. What did she care? She was a killer, she should have just kept walking and ignored it; if it were real somebody else could have dealt with it, someone more qualified. But she didn't, no matter how much she wanted to simply keep walking, she couldn't just not help. Perhaps it was the alpha blood in her, to be as cruel as she could be but also have a natural desire to protect.

"Please tell me you're real," she said, that desperation pitiful but also forcing a firm demand into her words for her to just say it. All she wanted was to know that she wasn't entirely crazy, that this woman in front of her was real too. Her firsts clenched in frustration. More than anything she wanted to shift and bolt out of the alley to the nearest forest, but that would cause quite the scene: a massive tiger sprinting through the city streets. All she could do was chill the air to try and calm herself down, ice crystals forming on her clenched hands as she tried to keep from exploding.

25 years old // Were // Siberian Tiger // Packless

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