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

and we'll never be worlds apart


Posted on June 02, 2018 by ashton doss
East



Ashton's motives for being at the club were genuine. He wasn't here to pluck up a piece of ass (though some of the women here had already made offers) nor was he here to drink away his problems. He was simply here to meet people because he was new to the area. He could sense that there were others like him here, other weres. He could smell them. Some feline, some canine, some scents he couldn't quite put his finger on.

When the brunette had come to order her drink beside him, he had instantly smelt the smell of canine. Even though the woman next to him looked relatively human like himself, he knew her secret â€" he could smell it all over her. But he wasn't here to call people out on their secrets (if they were secrets). She looked like she could use a hand and a hand was what he could offer her. Call it his inability to not lend a hand that led him to pay for the young woman's drink.

Ashton had been raised on a small farm in South Carolina. His mother had raised him to be the perfect gentleman. He was taught to open doors for a woman, pull out her chair for her when she sat down, and above all else, he was taught to treat women like the creatures God made them to be. So when the woman was struggling to pay for her drink, he could not pass up the opportunity to help her. And so, the bills had been passed.

From what he had seen of most people, Ashton expected her to just take her drink and run...perhaps offer a thanks if she had any manners at all. But what he hadn't been expecting was the way in which she thanked him followed by the need to ask him a question. Eyes rose softly to meet her own. They were soft, expectant. When she finally asked the question, he couldn't help the smile that crossed him lips or the way he couldn't help the chuckle that reverberated in his chest. "Well, ma'am...that depends entirely on you." He took a sip of his BudLight before placing it back down on the coaster that sat on the bar top. Slowly, he turned in his seat so he could look at her directly. He tipped his cowboy hat towards her. "It could be on me if you find my company pleasant enough to stick around." He smiled at her, his blue eyes searching hers. "But it won't hurt my feelings if you choose for that honor to be bestowed on someone else." This life was all about choices. She had the ability to choose who she spent her time with and who bought her drinks. The ball was in her court now.



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