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

I hate it when you hiss


Posted on July 06, 2014 by Bethel Ayer
East

The disorganization of the shop hardly bothered Bethel. It was almost more interesting because it required that she try and think of the method behind the madness, behind the disorganization. The person who ran the shop, more likely than not, knew where everything was. That seemed to be the norm under disorganization... Some system ran deep beneath the current and somehow, kept it all together. The thought of someone trying to catalog the inventory brought a small, amused smile to the woman's face. Her smile quickly lost humor, but softened when she heard the employee's voice.

Immediately, Bethel felt relaxed and comfortable in the shop. The employee looked young, too, which was always a quick way to put someone at ease. Relatable? Yes, so Bethel let a different, taut smile draw her very angular features.

" I hope you can help," Bethel said, her voice little more than a hiss. It was incredibly unintentional, but that was bound to come out, wasn't it? The scales beneath her skin often felt more normal, more wearable than the human skin that covered them. Bethel knew she looked almost reptilian, from her exotic eyes to the height of her cheekbones and the very way she moved, the way she talked, even in the way she breathed. Sometimes, the weight of the reptile beneath her delicate frame simply bore down on her as if it were the weight of the world on the Giant Atlas' shoulders. And now? Her shoulders were bleeding, her chest heaving, and the weight too much to bare.

Bethel looked from the glass counters and the items lining the walls to the woman who had responded to her, and quickly came over. She sighed, seeing the book of spells. It was almost all she could do to keep from shaking her head, by inquisitively tapping her finger to her lips. What was this witch doing with a book like that? Everything told her that the book could be dark magic, something Bethel knew too much about, but at the same time... it never felt like enough. The history of her family was tied to magic such as that, and with a slight tilt of her head, Bethel was able to move the book from her vision so she could concentrate on the kind of request at hand instead of letting distraction pull her to questions this woman might not want to answer.

" I was hoping you might have some ideas of how to brew a potion that eases the pain of a were-creature's shifting. As a human, it is almost as if my skin doesn't contain my other form, enough. I know it's a weird request, but I'm kind of out of ideas..." Bethel felt her mischievous, impish smile returning. "Besides, not many know what to do with an anaconda. We have bad reputations..."














































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