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

let's take this world by storm {SPENCER}


Posted on February 11, 2018 by taliah
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The were had hardly left the confines of her apartment or her bakery since arriving in the city, the woman caring little for interacting with others. Though, she was surprised she had met so many supernatural creatures within the city, even going so far as to hire a hunter as one of her bakers. She had been wary of him but the Italian man seemed genuinely interested in progressing his skills. Taliah would have been fine without the company, the woman entirely capable of running The Bakery by herself, but she viewed it as an opportunity for the business, the woman able to produce that many more delicious treats to provide the customers with. Speaking of the Italian man, she had left him in charge of the business while she stepped out to buy some forgotten ingredients; several items on the menu becoming far more popular than she had anticipated. Taliah didn't trust Ludo enough to buy the correct items she needed, so she merely told him she would be stepping out and would be back after close. Ludo was a capable man, the woman hardly worried he would run into any issues while she was gone.

That being said, the were hated leaving the confines of her business and home, not particularly caring to embrace that cold or the numerous people that so bustled around the city. It instantly put her in a grouchy mood, hating the way shoved past her, everyone in too much of a hurry to care about other people. If she weren't so adept at controlling those emotions, perhaps she would hiss at others, instead, she carefully avoids being touched, her small frame dodging people as she pushes her way through the crowds and into the nearest grocery store. Heaving a sigh through her nose, the warmth coats her skin, pleased she wouldn't have to brave the cold for at least a little while. Slowing her pace, she intended to take as long as possible within the store even if it was bustling with people.

She trails the aisles slowly, making her way up and down them, grabbing a basket in the process before she finds the produce. Thinking back to the way that white haired man had eaten her entire apple pie, she decides to fetch more apples. How bold that man was, thinking he could simply steal from her. It was clear the man was not used to being defied but he was in her territory and she would not tolerate stealing by any means. Pushing the thought away, she gathers a dozen or so and slips them into the basket, the handles balanced on her forearms as she makes her way back to that baking aisle. She knew she was running low on flour, the shipment delayed by the weather. Taliah scans those lower shelves, knowing that's where the always were, only to walk up and down that aisle twice and still not finding that damn flour.

Frowning, its by chance that she looks up only to find that it had been placed on the top shelf. Who in the world did inventory here? She debates on climbing that shelf so she can reach it, weighing the options of possibly dumping several pounds of the white substance on the ground. Taking a step back, she nearly bumps into a man walking behind her, Taliah's green eyes darting to him and noting his height. He could reach it for her, "Excuse me," she flags him down, not moving from her spot but him being the only one in the aisle with her, she expects him to stop and look at her, "Can you do me a favor and grab a couple of those bags of flour for me?" She asks, her quiet voice hardly holding any emotion in it, her dark fingers pointing to the bags too high out of her reach. She didn't care that he didn't work her, she was going to utilize that height of his.

taliah

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