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

don't you want to go for a ride? (Nadya)


Posted on October 18, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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It was with no small measure of concern that the stallion continued to work at the buttons of his shirt, fingers moving deftly down his now healed chest, little more than the faintest of pink scars left to indicate the damage that had been done just days ago. He'd spent the majority of the past few days asleep, a tiredness pressing upon him that for once he hardly bothered to fight. It was perhaps some small mercy that his own pack was so entirely....well behaved, the man entirely capable of remaining in his room while they handled themselves, Frost loath to allow any of them to see him in anything less than the condition they expected. Perhaps his leadership methods were questionable on occasion and yet for all that he was the stallion still held some desire to protect them from whatever they might come against. Deluded, demonic Hunters perhaps the newest of threats to face and all because of Calliel. His features frowned slightly once more, the man having debated on what to tell the blonde woman before having settled simply upon not telling her. What good would it do her? She was content in the belief of the death of her parents- it was better that way. What little kindness they so claimed the Icelandic man capable of mustering pressed upon his companion now if only to spare her the details of just who had so set about the murder of himself and Raven. It was unfortunate, he supposed, that Raven had lived and yet the woman had played a decent enough role in his own escape to lessen his irritation at her existence. That Hunter however, would not be forgotten so easily.

He presses such thoughts away once more, focusing his attention instead upon running his fingers through that wealth of snowy hair in some effort to order it more then he normally did- this notion of a date entirely unfamiliar to him. He understood the principals well enough, the idea of it, yet dating in any traditional sense was certainly a social etiquette the man had never yet participated in. His existence so far having had decidedly little time for such frivolous things and yet some part of the man was inclined to try if only for the sake of Nadya. His thoughts so often returning to that singular being whom had so managed to stir what little emotion remained within him after all these years. He cared for the woman, somehow, Frost hardly interested in so assessing his own mutinous emotions, the man simply accepting the notion for this evening at least. Although what the woman expected of him he hardly knew. How difficult could it truly be? His hands return to the pockets of his jeans, the man striding out and onto the street, making his way with ease through the city, the walk sure to take up that remaining time and see Nadya ready to leave by the time he arrived.

A nod of sorts was all he cared to afford the bouncer at the door, the majority of the staff seeming, at last, to have simply become used to his presence- the man often lingering within this particular establishment far more then he cared to admit and yet it was hardly for that dancing or those women he ever found himself here. The vast majority of Nadya's staff failing to intrigue him in any sense regardless of what efforts they went to upon the stage. His own tastes decidedly singular. He moves himself easily amongst the crowd with that same silent ease in which he did so much, Frost content to go very near unnoticed as he eases himself against the far wall, assured it would hardly take long for him to find the woman or she to find him, the establishment far busier than he had anticipated this evening, the crowd an oppressive annoyance before that music began to play. What little of his violet gaze could be seen drifted to the watch on his arm, eyeing the time, assured Nadya would have been entirely finished by now before his gaze lifted to the stage- one eye lifting ever so slightly at the realisation it was Nadya upon it.

If any act within this place was ever assured to hold his attention it was perhaps this one, his eyes readily finding that slender form of the Hispanic woman as she moved with rhythmic ease to a song he hardly knew and hardly heard. Much of his attention focused entirely on her body and that thin fabric that clung to it in a manner he found....distracting. A different sort of want so managing to afflict him in those moments, one that so rarely seemed to stir within him and yet one that had been almost undeniable since those few moments in the hotel in which he had so finally managed to coax the girl into his arms. It is perhaps, the longest he has ever held his attention upon that stage, the man oblivious to the waitress whom had, several times, asked him if he desired anything to drink- his eyes remaining upon Nadya alone as she moved. Whether or not she was aware of his own presence amongst the crowd he hardly knew, Frost considering for perhaps the first time that he was supposed to...bring something for her. His own culture entirely different in this respect and yet he supposed it hardly mattered now. Flowers were entirely outside his own style and they would hardly have made it even this far. His thoughts quickly dismissing that notion entirely to focus upon Nadya alone. This a dance he found entirely....captivating.

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