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
saw her in the amazon [mag <3]
Posted on June 10, 2017 by cecily grace
The bright lights across the downtown strip are beautiful and blinding, reflecting like stars in her glazed blue eyes. She sips from a straw, the soda cup playing host to a mixture of Dr. Pepper and Jim Beam, a little more of the latter than the former. She's not quite drunk and doesn't plan to be, sipping slowly to remain just on the edge of tipsy while she makes her way through the city, glancing in shop windows with no real intention of buying anything. A ghost shimmers at the edge of her vision, reaching bloody fingers toward her and for the first time, she is not frightened of it.
Instead, she turns toward the specter, appraising him with a quick glance. Bullet wound to the chest and neck, bloody fingers from staunching the blood in a desperate attempt to save himself. It is tragic and heartbreaking, and she mourns for him. "I am sorry," she says, though she isn't sure whether she is sorry for the pain he must have suffered or for the string tethering him to earth when he should've moved on. She doesn't speak to him any further, striding past and refusing to look back at the face she knows is turned to watch her, beseeching.
She cannot help him today, but at least meeting the Viking - knowing that someone else in the world shared a similar affliction - had given her the confidence to look at the ghost without wanting to shut her eyes and cry. She could pass by them if only because of the knowledge that someone else out there was living with the same sort of nightmare, surviving with it.
Her mind wanders to her sister as she continues down the street, weaving her way through shoppers and tourists, sipping at the mixed drink with slow, measured swallows. She needs to speak to her away from Frost, to get her out of that house so she can convince her that the safest place for her isn't with the were-horse, but with family. With her.
Tomorrow. She will go to Claire tomorrow, perhaps invite her for brunch and then broach the subject. Tonight, she has other things to worry about - like Iorkaell and the meeting she'd stumbled upon. Utlagi he'd called himself when they first met, and somehow she had found herself to them. Fate, that voice in the back of her mind whispers, but she swats it aside. She'd never had any use for fate - fate was a cruel, monstrous thing that ripped families apart and gave ghosts to fragile souls. Fate was a monster.
But something had lured her to that meeting; divine intervention, or coincidence? She recalls that night with perfect clarity, frowning to herself as she takes another drink. As if in response to her thoughts, a familiar scent trickles in on the breeze, the overwhelming musk of lion and man. She stills, her nostrils flaring wide as she sniffs the air, panic settling into her chest, her bones. The smell of the city corrupts the scent of the male and she cannot tell who it belongs to - rather, which brother - and the thought of that other lion, the second...
She is a cornered rabbit on a crowded street with nowhere to hide. Even if she could slip away, he could easily follow her. Fear had its own distinct aroma, one she's certain the predator could - and would trace.
It's too late to run so she stays there, frozen to the spot like a statue with moving eyes that dart back and forth, searching for the source of that scent.