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

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

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Posted on May 11, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
East

I try to get lost in my own little world as I close my eyes to the pain, holding back the sobs that are threatening to heave my chest. It's always been three times as hard when someone finds me crying so I learned early on not to let anyone see me cry. Instead I hold it in however I can. My senses prick up however when someone walks past me to go inside the cafe. I hear the bell rin above the door and my head snaps up, blue gaze turning to the hooded figure walking in as I take a deep inhale of his fragrance. What is that? He's not a shifter, that much, I know. He's...something else entirely. But what could he be?

You could say I've lived a sheltered existance. My pack lived in the wilderness. We walked as humans but we lived as foxes. We hunted and ate raw meat but we spoke and had council meetings and such as humans. We mated as humans. We argued and fought as humans....most times. But all I ever knew was Were's. I was never taught about the other species out there, the other kinds of supernatural beings. I knew that there were different kinds of Were's, anything from foxes to wolves to cat species and the like but it's all I knew. So as I watch the Hunter walk into the cafe, I find my curiosity getting the best of me. I think about getting up and following him in, just so I can ask what he is but then another figure scoots out of the cafe, almost as if she's trying to hurry.

I know instantly from her smell that she's the Were I could smell in the cafe. I duck my head, not wanting to get noticed if she's been looking for me. The moment she crouches in front of me, I flinch and draw back, eyes slowly raising to meet hers when she tells me to shift. I blink a few times. How does she know? Usually when the pain gets to be too much is when I shift and go back to my feral roots. I could live out my days as a fox and be happier for it but something in me yearns to be human sometimes too. The moment the girl draws back her hood, my eyes widen. Scars...she has them on her beautiful face. Father never touched my face. I reach out as if to touch them but I catch myself halfway and my hand falls, my mouth scowling as I duck my head again. She probably doesn't like to be touched. I don't blame her.

She pulls back a sleeve and I see more welting scars, my eyes questioning but I duck my head again, not wanting to offend her. I wonder if she rolled her sleeves on purpose to show me that she might know what I'm going through. I feel myself not feeling so afraid of her. Maybe she's not from my pack. Maybe she's not here to take me back. I part my lips to speak, to say my name, to ask hers, something, anything ordinary but then she looks up, something flickering in her gray gaze before she looks back at me with a sense of urgency. The hair on the back of my neck prickles at the look in her eyes and my whole body stiffens. She slowly stands up, her eyes never leaving the window into the cafe and then I hear her voice. When she takes a step back, I almost cry out for her to wait but then it hits me. She wants me to run too?

"I...but...why..."

The words are mere stammers from my lips as I start getting up, probably too slow for her liking. Then I turn, my eyes catching onto the figure that I watched walk in. His eyes lock with mine and suddenly a cold fear bubbles up in my feet and works its way upward. By the time it hits my chest, I'm hyperventilating again. Those eyes...I've never been more scared, not even of my father. My feet are frozen beneath me, even though every fiber in my being is screaming at me to run.





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