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

damon; you and i, we share the same disease


Posted on June 20, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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She slips from the confines of Raven's townhome with neither the shuffling of feet nor the snapping of the lock into its hold to betray her departure. A soft but nonetheless deeply heavy sigh falls from her lips and into the pervading darkness that lies beyond the hefty oak of Raven's front door, delicate fingers curling into the pleasantly plush fabric of the cardigan she wears as it is pulled ever tighter over her slender frame. Though the night zephyr is as pleasant as ever it had been, there is a chill that sinks its proverbial fangs into her, its glacial shards slicing down and into the marrow of her bones. It is omnipresent now, this feeling of abject and horrific isolation as commonplace as anything ever had been. Her mind is a prisoner, trapped and confined within a body that had once been her own but was now dictated by so many foreign... urges. Nothing was as it once had been. She had resided within Sacrosanct for many a year, content with her knowledge of the subtle intricacies of the world as she had viewed it... blissful in her ignorance.

And so she flees from the one place that could and should have been her safe haven. Raven had, against every dictate of instinct and nature, chosen to foster the newly-turned Isolt, had invited the young redhead to her private quarters and had, as best as she was able, made her feel at home. But, it would seem, instinct was a persistent imp not to be placated by the emotive whims of the heart and head... and the stolen glances of apprehension that the curly-haired woman seemed to fix her with in moments of private clarity did not go unnoticed. Perhaps it was for the betterment of the entire situation if Isolt were to make herself a scarcity in the days to come, for surely there existed no scenario in which an infant vampire and an anxiety-stricken Were could have ever known peaceful cohabitation.

She walks in silence, keeping to the shadows in every way possible, withdrawing from the world in much the same way that she has seemed to withdraw from herself. Her tongue travels over the smooth line of her teeth, the precarious cylinders of her fangs retracted as they have been ever since she had acquired the skill to do so. For a long moment she is awash in the turbulent sea that is her thoughts, swept away by the notion of what was and what had been. So absolute is the intensity with which she mulls over her new reality that for a time she does not hear the man as he calls to her. "Hey! Hey, Red," the finely-muscled man coos to her from the backlit doorway of some unabashedly seedy establishment. Her head sways so that she may look upon him, delicate brow furrowing in confusion and, she cannot deny it, mounting apprehension. The man drags a thick, calloused finger over what appear to be only partially-healed circular wounds that decorate the sides of his neck before purring to her in a tone that is almost lascivious, "You look hungry."


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