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

you and i, we share the same disease


Posted on June 23, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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It pulls at her in the most absurdly titillating way, the entire sensation a paradox of subtle pleasure turned dull pain that's trilling hum echoed in every last nerve ending. It clogs the invisible bridge of every synapse then, this all-consuming and strikingly distracting ache that she would soon come to realize was this newly awakened hunger. It was as some anticipatory leviathan, squatting within her and breeding urges that left her both frightened and, though she would not dare speak it aloud, curious. A leviathan that begins to writhe inside of her as the man draws nigh, seeming to claim some modicum of presumed internal victory because he has given her this brief pause. He has, for the present moment, captured the attention of the auburn-haired girl in its entirety. Or, rather, the smoothly coursing rivulet of lifeblood that lay just beneath his tender flesh had captured her attention. It is a silent nod to the severity of her naivety that Isolt is almost entirely unaware why he attracts her so, instinct dictating that she venture a few steps nearer.

A subtle click echoes in faux innocence, swallowed entirely by the noise of the establishment from whence he had slithered so cunningly, as pair of slender cylindrical fangs emerges as if of their own volition. A gargling chortle rattles about in the smoke-ravaged recesses of the gentleman's throat, a crooked smile pulling upwards to accent his not-entirely unattractive façade as his tongue emerges to drag a slow line over the thin pads of his lips. His voice is an ingratiating rumble as he raises a hand to drag the bulb of a single finger against the delicate curvature of her jaw line. "That's right, Red, I knew you'd want a taste." Isolt lingers, suspended in the purgatory of this trance-like state within which there is naught but her and him, the fraught thrum of his pulse and the thick, darkly alluring aroma of his blood as it whispers through his pores nearly intoxicating to every sense. In fact, so lost is she in the foreboding ether of her own appetite that it is only when the grumbling gentleman looks away that the spell shatters, reduced to a mound of steaming rubble at her feet.

The fang-marked bloke saunters away, grumbling what was surely a slew of abhorrent obscenities directed at the stoic-looking gentleman that now finds himself at her side. The syllables he utters seem to penetrate the remnants of the malevolent smog, finding her temporarily deafened ears. A sigh curls against her tongue, augmented by the clicking retraction of her fangs before she would dare turn to address him directly. When she finally does, however, contemplative silence ensues. She recognizes him. Recognizes him as one might recall an individual they had encountered in the muddled depths of a dream. A frown digs its lines into the soft flesh of her brow as she regards him only providing but the most halfhearted answer to his inquiry. "I guess so." Isolt peers at him through curled lashes as her eyes narrow broodingly, a smirk playing lightly upon the supple cushions of her ruby lips. "I'm sorry, have we met? I swear I've seen you b--... wait a minute... Damon, right? From the festival?" The smirk broadens exponentially, casting a veritable halo of light unto her angelic features at the proclamation... and yet all the while she finds herself waging a silent battle against the hunger that lingers as some salaciously placated monolith within her...


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