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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on January 09, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
East
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Not everyone ever thought what it was like to be a victim. On the outside she appeared to be like any normal woman. Well, if being a girl scarred up all over, was normal enough. If anyone was to guess one would assume she suffered a terrible, accident. Like any normal person she would be living a mundane life. Wake up and shower, go to work, deal with good and bad people, and at the end of the day spend time with her family. Surely by her age she would have a family or at least begin to create one. No one realizes that although she could live such a mundane life, there was something constantly troubling her. Four years. Come Spring time it would be officially four years since the last time she endured any form of abuse from her former pack mates. Even though it had been so long ago those deep scars remained, and they were ever so prevalent. Just because she was out of that cold cage didn't mean she was truly free. There were times during the day when someone or something would trigger her fear. A shiver would go down her spine every time she heard the jingle from two keys clinking against one another. At night those terrors she locked away during the day would make their hellish return, the moment the lights went out. When her mate wasn't around to sleep at her side she would experience night terrors, reliving the worst of her experiences. Only when he came to her side did it help soothe her. That horrific experience being trapped with Frost and that Dark Hunter, didn't help her unsettling anxiety around sharp objects like knives. The lupine was quite good on keeping a tight hold on those things that unsettled her greatly, but there were days when she could barely keep that door locked.


Coming to the Inner Sanctum always brought her a sense of relief. After a very busy work week she was always eager to indulge herself with peace, quiet, and tea. However, today she was not coming into the café to seek out those moments of solitude. Rather she was coming to poke a very irritating, and cold-hearted horse. She say a word to Tetradore or Tobias where was she running off to for the day. They didn't need to know. Some would say she was stupid and others would say she was brave. Either way she was here and she wasn't going anywhere until she got the answers she needed. Placing her tea and plate of homemade baked goods down on the table, she wordlessly sat down at the available chair before him, mentally taking a hold of her nerves. Although Frost had nearly killed her, he wasn't the one soul that kept her up at night. Somewhere out there was the man she feared the most, a man she thought was dead. Waiting quietly she stared him down watching him carefully. She doubted very much that he would do anything to inflict pain upon her, especially somewhere in public. His comment about her pack interrupting him during the afternoon was answered with complete silence. Was she a bit nervous to answer? Of course. Though she didn't understand why he would say such a thing. As far as she was aware no one in the pack did anything to interact with him, because why would they? He had done nothing but caused pain to their pack members, why would any of them wish to be near him in the first place? The mention that she refused to give him the medallions was answered with a swift soft retort.


"I refused to give you one medallion, which happened to be a family heirloom. My pack may have mistreated and hated me, but I know that heirloom was important. I didn't have to give it to you, because I didn't know you nor trusted you. Besides, I gave it to my mate and he is quite possessive of his things."


Raven knew nothing about Frost at the time. It hadn't even been a full year when he inquired about that treasured family heirloom. Being the daughter of an Alpha one would think she would have been taught to understand why it was so very significant. Yet sadly they deemed her unworthy to know, all because she was diseased with that dreaded feralness. She knew she was related to the Talbot's, within her species, lore had it, they were the original werewolf. There wasn't much else she knew about her family. She was the only feral wolf, but other than that she was at a complete loss. She didn't want to give someone the one thing she had left that traced her back to that particular pack. They were all dead and it was her fault. Not once did she ever feel like she belonged with them, and if she lost that family heirloom, then she would have no other connection to them again. Raven couldn't give that up, but at the same time she didn't feel like she deserved to have it. Giving it to her mate ensured two things: first being that she would be around without owning it, and second so that it belonged to someone that deserved it and held the qualities of an Alpha. Munching on her cookie she remained silent, speaking once he was done.


"I'm quite shocked that you say you have a heart."


Was it a jab? Of course it was. Anyone that knew her would think she hardly had any spine. The young woman was hardly one that would make a smart-alack remark. She was far too meek to even consider such a thing. However, when it came to Frost she could hardly stay the way she was. There was no reason for Frost to help her. She would lie or even play around to come up with one. He would help her or he wouldn't. With a shrug of her shoulders she revealed to him what she occurred when she Fate gave her these amulets.


"I don't know why, but for some reason they are coming into my life. I have two additional ones. A few weeks ago, I found a dying Were-Reptile in the alleyway, she gave me one of them, telling me we couldn't give it to that Dark Hunter...the Father of the girl you bit. He was there and finished her off, so now I have it."


It was completely accidental that she had three of them now. The two other ones just came into her life. Why she didn't know, but if this was going to become a repetitive pattern then she needed to know what they were. The mention of helping her for a price was answered with a very long pause as she mulled over the idea. Telling her he had a price didn't mean she had to accept it. He could easily announce what he had in mind and she could get up and walk away. It was simple. Hearing the price wasn't going to cost her anything. A bit uncomfortable she crossed her arms defiantly, keeping her eyes locked on his, her shoulders moving back in a more alert positon, requesting just what it was he had in his scheming mind.


"What is the price?"


Raven Clocksworth.
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