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
living like we're renegades; open
Posted on March 23, 2018 by Carolina Grace Bedford
The cool breeze washed against her skin, skin that was paler than the last time the air of Sacrosanct had kissed its surface. When she left it had been tanned, supple but toned something she was happy and almost proud of. Vanity, perhaps, but it was true. Now even as the soft light of the moon and light coming from the stores illuminated her there was a visible pallor to it, She had left when things got too heated here, a job she probably should never have taken and a web she never wanted to be tangled in. It was too much and so she did the one thing she was best at: she ran. She had mailed the deposit Rixon had made for her to the only address she could find for him and left on the hope he would call it even.
It had been out of the pot and into the fryer for her it seemed, however, in the next city where she landed. Dark shadows and twisted memories threatened to haunt her even now in the light of day but she pushed them away. It hadn't been an easy decision to come back here after almost two years, but it was the one place she could think of to run to instead of from for once. She could only hope that everything she had been involved in had blown over since then, little chance as that might be. Still despite her uncannily almost disheveled appearance she felt at least a slight uplift in her spirits as she walked down the shop-lined streets. It was nice to lose herself in the crowds, though she could not help the urge to look over her shoulder every now and again the prospect of being hunted still too fresh in her mind. An odd predicament for a predator such as herself, but the tingle of the scar than ran from the base of her neck down toward her shoulder blades reminded her that it was a worthy fear.
Subconsciously she ran a thin fingered hand through her tousled blonde hair that hid her past from view as she tried to focus on those around her. That was the first rule, to pay attention something her heightened senses typically helped her with and yet it had all become so clouded. She paused in front of a store window, peering through a reflection she almost no longer recognized at the window display that seemed to promise more than just new clothes, but perhaps a new life. Still that would require money she didn't currently possess, and she had other things to take care of first. This had been a vanity stop, a detour on her way back to River Dale to see about obtaining another apartment and moving out of the cramped space her small car afforded herself and Grayson, the tabby cat that had somehow kept up with her all this time.
Sighing she turned back to the street, her hazel eyes that had once sparked brightly rather dull as she scanned the crowd searching... for what she wasn't sure exactly. Despite this being a prime hunting ground for the marks she had once so easily reaped in her current state she knew there was little to no chance of landing a worthwhile target. Eventually, perhaps, when the stains of the too recent past faded with time as everyone always promised. It was a hope she didn't dare cling to and for now settled for trying to adjust to this new reality and new start... again.