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

Something wicked this way comes


Posted on April 17, 2018 by Sorcha Northwoods
East
What plan did I even have to attack some random stranger? Even as I rushed him I felt a sense of disquiet in me. This was unlike me yet things change. People more so. How much could I stand before I broke? What if I already had? My memory is a bit fuzzy from the time spent in THEIR custody. Bruised, battered, weak in spirit as well as magic. It is no wonder I look like a ravaged creature. My skin feels filthy and my muscles ache. Fatigue - how far had I walked? The distance was a great one. Flashes of road, brambles, twisted oaks knotted together. My memory flashes to my childhood in Scotland of a time when my mother was teaching me signs to watch out for. Mushroom circles, a clump of rocks set in the shadow of a willow tree. I blink hard to bring back the scene in front of me. Hear him snarl, feel my own eyes narrow and nose wrinkle as I scowl, yet the shadows clear across his face and he calms a bit.

Surprised by the looks of him, just as much as I am. I am confused - why is he here? He scowls and my eyes fall to his lips, as if I need to read the words he says. Mostly cause my ears are ringing and eyes are burning. Too much... everything and not enough of the things I need. I caught your scent. "Are you a Were too then?" I say too like he should know I mean the ones I've met not realizing he might be confused as to if I am one or not. It's obvious I'm a witch with my magic and all. Reluctantly I take an unsteady back and rub my fingers together. In response the shadows disperse as if they had never been and the night is washed in the light of street lamps that cut hard glares across their faces.

"I can't remember your name." The words come out blunt but with a sort of panicked look to my eyes. It was the height of decorum to remember names, I think, but I was so fucking tired. I just remembered his face. Hard not to with the handsome cut of it. "Yes," I say distractedly to him, head turning a bit too quick at the sound of something crashing in the alleyway we had just come from. Then, as if by some miracle, a dirty white and blacked spotted cat comes trotting out. "Darwin?" There is a thready note of hope in my voice as I slowly crouch. Probably bad to do with the man near me but it is a testament to my distraction that I give him such an opening after accusing him of.. something.

The cat twitches it's tail then comes running up to me, wrapping around my hands with a purr so loud that I sigh happily, scooping him up with a tear escaping my eye and bury my dirty face in his equally dirty fur. "I thought you were dead," I whisper to the cat before jolting my head up, remembering Erik there. I open my mouth to say something then close it just as quick - what should I say? I'm still suspicious of him but also some sort of internal instinct doesn't warn me away. How did he come to be here of all times?

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