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 January 12, 2018 by Donovan Grey
East


The woman seemed relieved to be away from the masses of faces on the sidewalk. Donovan did as well for that matter, as he could tell there was something bothering her.
It was a moment after, that she would tell him that he should be more careful around the rich folk.
He could influence a Dark Hunter to target him, she said. But he wasn't worried. Not while he had some strings of his own to pull. He scoffed it off and cracked a tiny smile on the corner of his lip.
"Happy to help.. But don't worry about that guy, he's just another collar and suit that can't fight his own battles. Besides, I got some pull should something go wrong. Don't worry."
Donovan explained to her as he would pop his tattooed hands out of habit.

Donovan looked the woman closely and could see she seemed to twinge again. Like she was in some sort of pain and wanted it to desperately go away. He couldn't relate to this as he never felt something like that, except when his rage would build up and he would feel his skin start to crawl and his blood start to boil and those voices would prod at his senses.
He felt a heavy feeling fall on him for a moment as he expressed his uneasiness on his face until it disappeared.
He would then turn his attention back to the woman who would thank him as then ask if there was anything she could do to help.

He let the words roll into thoughts as he would cross his arms and lean on the opposite wall from the woman and put one foot again the brick surface.
He could tell it was cold to the touch of his jacket, but this wouldn't phase him in the slightest.
Donovan finally would come up with an idea, even though it slightly bothered him.
But things that make you uncomfortable only help build your resistances.
And hearing the word "feral" only led him to believe this woman was a Were.
"You're a Were aren't you? You aren't the only one."
He said to her as he lifted his arm and moved the jacket sleeve a bit to reveal the massive bite mark that scarred and had delicately been inked around to preserve it's shape.
"So.. I guess what I'm gonna say is I need friends I can call on but still wonder on my own.. You can repay me by maybe introducing me to some new faces that I can relate to."

These Voices Won't Leave Me Alone
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