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

pictures and words but no true adventure there


Posted on June 04, 2018 by Malia Tate
East


He seemed like a nice guy. Of course looks could be decieving. He was definitely a pretty boy and he probably knew it. Sure, he was coming across as soft hearted and genuine now but that could all be a play to win over a girl and take her home. Maybe this was actually his usual kind of hang out. But he did a good job of making it seem like he didn't belong. Oh well, she was sure she'd get his true motivation out of him eventually. She asked if he called everyone ma'am and he chuckled again. Her brow quirked. It was a cute sound. He said it's what he called all women until they got on a first hand basis. She smirked. Next thing she knew, he was apologizing, asking about manners before giving his name as Ashton Doss. She smiled, tilting her head as she sat on the stool next to him. "Then it's nice to meet you, Ashton. Your manners might just be lost in the noise of the crowd. I could see anything getting lost in there....just sayin."

She nudged her head toward the gaggle of people all dancing and mooning over each other. There was barely enough room between bodies for walking, let alone breathing. Seriously, how where those people not hyperventilating right now? Then he extended his hand. Remembering what that meant, she reached out and shook it, though she was a bit eager with it, it being her first handshake and all. She wanted to put some effort into it, after all. He asked who he was buying drinks for. "Malia. Malia Tate." She said, tilting her head and eying him curiously. When she said something about his beer being nasty, he laughed and she nodded. "Yeah, your beer. It was one of the first things I tasted in human form and I still think it's the most nasty drink on Earth. Give me something fruit-tasting any day over that crap." He said what she remembered Henry saying, that it was an acquired taste. That only warmed her a little more to him.

"What? Your taste buds change or something? How can you keep drinking something you used to hate? I don't get it." She scowled thoughtfully, truly curious. She asked about his dancing and he said he was better at country dancing but he could keep up. She smirked. "Well country music night is on Wednesday's so we're gonna have to settle for techno. At his question, she giggled lightly and put her hand in his, standing up to walk with him out to the dance floor. She felt a little light on her feet already. Just having someone to dance with made all the difference. "I'd love to." She said as they made their way to a good spot. Then she closed her eyes for a second while keeping her hand in his, feeling for the music and the tune. Dancing, she found, was an instinctive thing, best if you just let yourself go and follow the beat. Don't think about it too much. And so she did. Her hips started rocking and her hands went to his hips, using his body to ground her while letting the music flow through her and into him.

Her eyes met his and for a second, they glowed blue before she blinked and they were back brown again. It was almost feral, the feeling she got when she really let go and danced in places like this. No judgement. No humans vs. Were's. This was just nature at its most basic level. She rocked up against his chest, her hands running down his shirt before she turned her back to him, her hands never leaving him, always touching some part of him as if using him as an anchor to make sure she stayed connected somewhat to her human side, so she didn't lose control. The lights were flashing and the air was already stuffy but in this moment, she could let go. No stress over returning pack mates she'd never met and fight training as a human and unrequited crushes and friends who are hurting. None of that was able to filter in here. The music was all she could think and feel. The music and Ashton Doss moving to the music with her. She brought him along for the ride this time, the intense gaze she gave him daring him to let loose with her.



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