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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?


Posted on December 27, 2017 by MIYAKO AIKEN
East



It was as if Miya was surrounded only by bad luck, with fleeting good luck strewn in depending on who you asked. The poor girl had been harassed by these boys before and though they were distinctly human, they were still far larger and far stronger than the petite woman. Though, she had taken several self defense classes, it hardly mattered at how good she was at defending herself, there were times when brute force was all that it took to get past a defense. Even when the girl sends her hand flying, landing squarely on her assailants cheek, her hand stinging from the impact, she still manages to level the boy with a death glare. His hand only seems to tighten on her arm as Miya attempts to hide the wince. Surely she would have a bruise tomorrow! As she staggers forward towards her attacker, she glares at him fiercely, unable to wrench her arm free no matter how hard she tried.

What she did not expect was her assailant to be wrenched away from her, his hand releasing her arm in the process. Blinking in surprise, she turns to see the guest instructor, the man far bigger up close than she had initially realized. Truly, it wasn't as if Miya was paying attention in class, she had been trying to stay awake and had only managed to embarrass herself in front of the entire lecture hall. She shoves the memory from her head momentarily, her eyes wide as the burly man practically lifts the boy off his feet by the collar of his shirt, his deep voice rumbling down her skin. Honestly, if she had been in that boy's position, she might have croaked in fear. As she wasn't, goosebumps slithered along her body as she watches the altercation, mouth agape for a moment. Miya could see the boy pale instantly, his friends scattering down the alleyway to leave him behind.

Finally, she's able to gather her thoughts enough before she squares her shoulders and marches over to her instructor and the boy. Launching a kick to land between her attacker's legs, she places her hands on her hips, watching the boy fall to the ground groaning, assuming the fetal position almost instantaneously. "That was for touching me when I told you not to," Miya snaps down at the boy, her chocolate eyes blazing with anger before taking a step back, her eyes darting to the man, her hands still settled rather sassily on her hips. "As for you, I had everything under control, I didn't need help," she growls at the much larger Hawaiian man, not entirely realizing he practically dwarfed her. Miya was far too upset to consider the possibility that this man could snap her like a twig or shake her like a rag doll and here she was, scolding him for merely helping her.

Absentmindedly, she watches the boy crawl several paces away before pulling himself to his feet and taking off at a limping run. Glaring daggers at his back briefly, she turns her chocolate eyes back on the man, her brows drawn down in a frown as she regards the man before her. "If you're expecting a thank you, you aren't going to get one," she states rather brashly, folding her arms over her chest, her fingers drumming on her arm as if she were impatient for this conversation to be over. No, typically Miya wasn't ungrateful, yet, it was her immediate reaction when put in fearful situations, that or she would ask five million questions. It was probably due to the lack of sleep, perhaps if she had been able to sleep longer the woman might not be so... irritable. Truly, it was just her mind's self defense, she hardly needed anyone else to see her in a vulnerable position.

Miyako Aiken

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