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

Hard Times


Posted on December 27, 2017 by Donovan Grey
East



That same smell he had caught wind of was gone, and now he was smelling something else. And he hearing a voice that suck out to him from the crowd. A hooded figure that seemed to be uncomfortable out in the open.
"What in the hell is this all about?"
He thought to himself as he would watch the figure and a businessman collide. He twinged a little seeing some force in the impact.
Looking across the street, and seeing no more cars coming, Donovan slowly and in the most casual manner he would, made his way across the street.
With no hesitation, he would approach the man and the hooded person and insert himself into the situation.

"This ain't like you Donovan... The hell you doing dude?.. Ah forget it. Just roll with it."
He said in his thoughts as the man seemed quite annoyed and very displeased that someone had accidentally ran into him.
These were the kind of snobs that Donovan couldn't stand, and found them the perfect targets to pickpocket.
Too busy with their nose in the air to really care that someone bumped into them, or just happened to make a scene out of nothing.
But Donovan wasn't going to pick this fools pockets. He was going to get this hooded figure out of here and somewhere quieter and less crowded.
For it was apparent to Donovan they didn't like the open or crowds, and there definitely good reason for it. People could be downright disgusting at times.

Lucky for Donovan, his rugged appearance and vast amount of tattoo work sent the wrong messages to people. He loved every second of people looking at him in sheer panic, and this businessman had that very look upon his dull and plain, clean shaven face.
"Listen bud... It's obvious that..."
Ah crap. He didn't even know the gender of this person, and he didn't want to just assume something. So he took a listen and heard some soft and shrill breathing. This was often a female's breathing characteristic.
"This fine but very cold gal didn't mean to bump into you. So if you have a problem with it, perhaps you should take it up with me... And I don't think you want me ripping that suit up do ya?"
Donovan growled as he had a smirk growing across his lips. The man would had a petrified look of panic and would take off hastily.
Classic response. He loved every second as he started laughing at the man. Donovan then turned his attention to the hooded woman and would loop his arm through hers, and start walking with her.

"Alright look, I know you don't know me and vice versa. But I know you're sorta like me. So what say you and I get out of here and go somewhere less crowded and chaotic?"
It wasn't in Donovan's nature to be so kind and calm, let alone be this helpful. But to him, it didn't matter what kind of Were Animal you just so happened to be.
He was willing help another of his kind out in anyway possible.

These Voices Won't Leave Me Alone
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