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
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
Posted on March 10, 2017 by PHAEDRA ALDER
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
To anyone that might have looked her way, Phaedra was relaxed with her back facing the wall. Her fingers twirling a loose black curl as she propped her elbow on the back of her chair to look across the room while her other hand rested on the bar twisting her beer glass between her thumb and fingers in such an absentminded gesture.
Her unusual violet eyes flickered over the crowds as if she were just people watching at the end of a long day, though never quite lingering on any one person. There was something in her eyes... she spooked the locals. Vannick had said it was their eyes that gave them away as hunters, never look too long or even humans would begin to sense something was off about them. A hint of a coy smirk curved her sanguine colored lips with a Mona Lisa quality that made her more mysterious at the thought of her long dead teacher.
For once, she looked soft and feminine with a natural colored off-the-shoulder sweater that seemed to be slowly inching farther down her right shoulder and burgundy leggings. A far cry from the dangerous hunter she was. She was simply soaking in the sounds of people, the smells of liquor, and food. Unless you noticed the muscle working in her jaw as she clenched it. She was lost in thought. Lost in the events of the day that replayed over and over.
What vampire could be powerful enough to orchestrate such a brazen attack? The question continued to surface every time she replayed the events of the evening in her mind. Not one or two... but three other covens. He managed to unite four large covens. She couldn't keep her mind from wandering on to the implications of what the vampire had told her. It wasn't much but enough to keep the others and herself caught up in whatever this subterfuge was.
She lifted the glass to her lips and swallowed the ice-cold beer as she suddenly found herself thirsty with the desire to wash the bitter thoughts. It stung her lip that was still healing and she closed her eyes for just a minute. Her body always ached. Every battle had left a wound and every wound had left a scar. She rolled her shoulders to loosen them as she inhaled sharply. These wounds were fresh and from a hunt that had ultimately failed. In a day or two, there would be nothing left visible... only the ever-present ache to remind her to dodge or parry faster, anticipate and think three moves ahead. Somehow, she always bled for the cause.
Phaedra sensed him moving towards her, her eyes opened slowly focusing on the floor. The flash of movement in her peripheral vision had her body tense on instinct preparing for reaction. Waiting a beat, she turned her gaze to him; working her way up from the floor to rest on his face. Her violet eyes met his as she tilted her chin up slightly, almost defiantly. Vampire. Old, she would guess. She inhaled his scent. She could always tell them by their scent, it was never quite... right. Not human. Perhaps it was their blood.
This always went one of two ways... a conversation or a fight. As he seemed more interested in the chair and less interested in her, she conceded with a polite nod and gestured towards the chair with a rogue smile. "It's all yours." She said with the lit of Scotland creeping in to her voice. Perhaps he had not realized what she was or perhaps he didn't care and needed a drink more than he cared about whether she was knife happy. Either way, she turned her gaze back out to the throngs of people, retreating to her thoughts. He wasn't currently on her hunting that she could remember and all she really wanted was to hide from being what she was for one night.
"talks like this."
PHAEDRA ALDER
telumkinectic dark hunter
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- you're my whiskey from time to time - By malek ackerman on March 12, 2017 at 8:31 AM