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

bite me


Posted on April 16, 2018 by Erik Tolgan
East


The building was definitely a piece of work now. He was sure at some point not too long ago, it was a neat little shop. Who knows what it used to sell? Potions, spells, maybe just a tacky psychic hand reading shop. Either way, he was sure at some point it had its charm but now those days were long gone. Boards covered every window and graffiti covered the rest of it. Someone even played a game of tic-tac-toe on it. How....retro. But that wasn't why he was here. It was just coincidence. He was here because someone's dried blood was familiar to him. He wasn't even hungry and yet he knew that he knew that blood. Not that he'd tasted it or anything before. It was more than that.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up. There was definitely someone close by. He glanced around again but was still at a loss. Suddenly everything was happening at once. He grunted and snarled the minute he felt restraints wrapping around him. He knew without even looking. Magic. Somehow shadows had wrapped themselves around him, holding him firm. He strained but to no avail. What the hell? He looked around and this time he saw her. He inhaled sharply cause even around the bedraggled appearance and wild eyes, he knew her. It was the witch from the bar. He had to remember her name. She ran at him and he knew there was nothing he could do to defend himself so he exhaled and braced himself for her attack.

When none came after a few minutes, he reopened his eyes. He didn't even know he'd closed them in acceptance of whatever was going to happen next. He looked at her, noting that she looked surprised. She'd been about to ask him something, something about someone sending...what? Him? She must have recognized him in that minute cause she asked what he was doing there and her voice dripped with recognition. He scowled. "I....I don't know." He furrowed his brows. "I caught your scent...the scent of your blood. I couldn't place it." He searched her features, concern flashing in his eyes. She had been hurt. She looked like she was halfway in her grave. When was the last time she'd eaten something? Slept? "Sorcha, right?" He asked gently. "I hate to say it, but you've looked better." His lips tugged at the corners, the shadow of a smirk there as he watched her.


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