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

raelah they say i'm a god


Posted on April 03, 2017 by Iórkæll dværg
East
we stopped checking for monsters under our beds,

when we realized they were inside of us all along.



He could jump, end it all now.

The breeze is gentle against his skin, chills sliding along his massive bodice. From here they all look like ants, those humans and supernaturals wandering around together as one. Irrelevant, all of them. Just like ants, he could squish them under his fingers. He refrains, ignoring the voices of the dead that desire to add to his collections, no, he isn't all bad. One massive leg hangs over the top of the building, the other bent on at the knee with his thick arm on top of it while the other rests in his lap. The stars shine above him tho he pays no mind to the beauty of such things. No the viking finds beauty in battle, in the blood that litters his axe when he comes out victorious.

That is the main reason why he doesn't jump from this roof now, for there is no glory in dying in such a way as this. No, he needs his death to be earned by the hands of another more formidable foe. Yet none have blessed him with such a thing, his scarred face a reminder that he has come so very close to his desires and yet so far. His nights torment him, the voices taking advantage of his vulnerable sleep filled state and at times taking over his entire body. Those nights were the worst nights, not only for him but for anyone else in his wake.

That's why this night, he remained awake though it was about 4 am. He only needed about three hours of sleep a night to function. But he was tired, so very tired. the were lion yawns, lips parting to let out the noise roughly before he falls back, allowing his broad back to fall upon the concrete. hands draw behind his head as those eyes lift to the stars which were better to look at than the humans down below by far. He starts to count them, to take his mind off of the fact that he could be overcome by the voices at any moment. only...he can smell the other before he hears anything.

"can i help you?" eyes closed, his low gruff tones are muttered out sleepily.

Iórkæll dværg


WereLion -- Male -- Single -- Played By SuniiDii


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