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

you have my heart


Posted on May 14, 2018 by ashton doss
East



This place was new and confusing. He should feel out of place here. It wasn't the southern charm type of town that he was used to living it. This place was more hip with plenty of interesting people to make up for it. He looked rather awkward in this place and probably shouldn't fit in. But there was something about this new place that was welcoming. The magic here was intoxicating and he could sense that this place was full of others like himself â€" others that had unique gifts such as his own.

He had only been here a couple of nights, just enough time to get himself settled into an apartment. Tomorrow he would begin job hunting â€" not really sure what sort of jobs he might be good at. He grew up on a farm so he could manage horses and cows, chickens, and even goats. But this place would not offer him the kind of work he was used to, so he would be forced to find something else.

Tonight, however, he was going to try to get to know this beautiful city. He dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a blue and white plaid shirt that buttoned in the front. The shirt was untucked, the sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows. To finish his outfit, he wore a pair of boots and cowboy hat. He definitely looked the part of a southern boy.

As he entered Skyy Club, he looked around at the others who were busy dancing. He definitely felt out of place, but he wasn't nervous at all. He moved forward, slipping into a stool at the bar and asking the bartender for a Budlight. He opened the beer and took a couple of sips before a young woman came up next to him. He turned his head softly to face her, watching her as she fumbled around in her wallet for some money. If he had to guess, she didn't have the money to pay for her drink. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and laid a few bills on the table and scooted them towards the bartender. "First drink's on me, ma'am." His voice was soft, homely. It held that captivating southern draw with a smile that matched.



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