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

BEWARE THE MONSTER: OPEN


Posted on July 07, 2014 by THEOREN CASTILLE
East
we stopped checking for monsters under our beds,

when we realized they were inside of us all along.


There's something different about tonight. Something old and strenuous. It bleeds into the darkening sky and rends the silence of the night. Something...different lingers on the air. Unnatural.

I keep walking--even though I know someone, something is following me. Only a fool would stop, or spare a glance over their shoulder. Even a tightening of the muscle is a dead give away. No pun intended. Yet, when you've been alive as long as I have, the ability to feign nonchalance is second nature. I smile to myself. An inner quirking of the lips that never breaks the look of casual indifference painted upon my face.

My senses hone and sharpen until all I can hear is the light metallic jingle of chains. The press of iron and steel against my fingers from my rings. The brush of denim against my legs. Cotton pressed to my torso and the familiar scent of leather from my jacket. A breath, silence ensues, before the heavy thump of my combat boots lightens until my feet seems to sweep across the concrete in silence. Whatever supernatural being that's following me, chose the wrong fucking target for tonight.

After a moment, I turn down a darkened alley. Now, don't go thinking I'm cliche enough to lure someone into the alley. It just so happens to be on my way...and a good spot to eliminate my tail. I get that familiar tightening in my gut. The ache of anticipation and regret. Killing used to be what I lived for. Now? Now it was simply a means to an end. Them or me and I'd be damned if I wasn't going to choose me every fucking time.

Another step. Another breath. "Come on beasty. Time's a wastin'." The words don't even leave my lips.

The darkness clings and the shadows do the rest to visibly hide my form from sight. A few heartbeats later and i see it. It ghosts along in silence. A blur of colur and darkness against the backdrop of the alley. I still. The time in between heartbeats is when I strike. I can see my death in his eyes. Feel the longing for my blood in the air. I had been hoping I wouldn't have to kill this one. Oh well. Fire igniting in my palms, illuminating the pale face of the vampire. A moment of shock registers, before the creature ignites.

A sigh parts my lips, the flames retreating into nothingness now that my focus and will has lifted. I take a moment to stare at the ashes before a gust of wind lifts them away.

The earlier tension dissipates, but that familiar sting of regret lingers like a sore. Festering. I don't know why I care anymore. It's just another day/night to me. More times then not they end like this. Another one of them dead...me still...not.

I spare one last glance at the blackened bit on concrete beneath my feet, before I am once again on the move. Wandering the night.



"talk like this."

theoren castille

Dark Hunter -- Male -- Single -- Pyrokinesis -- Played By Megs


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