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

ISOLT, now I need someone to breathe me back to life


Posted on December 04, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
East

we were born with nothing
well we sure as hell have nothing now


It had taken ages to to regather each singular piece of ash that his life had become. Those tiny pieces had so effortlessly floated away on the wind and too he felt as if he was merely drifting in oblivion. It was a peculiar feeling and yet in time, those pieces of ashes settled and slowly crawled towards each other, drawn by some inexplicable force to that singular feathered necklace he had been gifted several months ago by Jackal. Those pieces of ash collagulated into the form of a man with a painstaking slowness that took nearly a week and then, with a burst of fire, that ash became flesh and bone and Tetradore was left simply laying there naked on the cold cement of the ground on some indistinct alleyway with the feeling like his veins were still on fire. That first breath was shuddering at best as his emerald green eyes simply stared up at the overcast sky above him. The cold nipped at his skin and yet it somehow felt relieving as took away that overwhelming heat that surrounded him. He hadn't the faintest idea of how he'd gotten here, at least, not immediately and first, his only goal was to simply sit up. His limbs felt shaky as he shifted himself to lean against the wall, his caramel skin still tainted with brushes of black ash and yet his muscles simply hurt. It felt as if he was eternally shifting. So many things just felt off.

For several hours, Tetradore simply sat there, coping with the way his body seemed to move and change to regain those muscles and the his bones to grow to that length they had been. He was aware, vaguely, of that lack of connection to his pack. Where they had once eternally existed in his head, now they simply...weren't. His inner feline was too hard to find, just as much as those affinities seemed nearly non-existent within those terribly vulnerable moments. He was utterly alone and for the first time perhaps in his entire life, he actually felt it. A soft breath left his lips as his head leaned against the wall, that heat slowly left his veins and slowly, in time, those memories of what had occurred slowly came back to him. He remembered Frost and Samantha. He remembered attempting to maim the horse just as he too remembered that singular weakness that he had so sought to thwart taking him down. It was the last thing he could remember - that heat. The painful, overwhelming, roaring heat. And now, he was here.

For a moment he'd contemplated returning to the Ark and yet, that absence of a bond to the pack caused him to falter. Besides, he still had unfinished business with Frost. What if in his absence, the horse had made them submit to him? What if he had taken over the pack just as Tetradore once had and that was the reason they were gone? He needed a place to rest, a place to regain his composure, his feline, and his affinities. God this was going to take effort. Slowly, Tetradore rose to his feet, his thoughts focusing on a singular place as he tried to imagine it as he had last seen it. That bed - the small room with no windows and one door, that attached bathroom. He called those shadows to him, letting them embrace his figure and yet, it took some time before his figure shuddered out of existence once again, appearing with that overwhelming feeling of vertigo inside that room on Red on the Water. He collapsed almost immediately upon the floor, unintentionally taking the bedside lamp with him. His chest rose and fell with a marked rapidness as he tried to regain his breath. He wasn't strong enough for this - what the fuck had happened?

aiden tetradore

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