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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
Barista Alexis Wilde
Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Marcello
Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
His expression looked sober when she told him he wouldn't understand. She felt bad for just cutting him down like that but it was already obvious their backgrounds were clashing. He obviously saw nothing wrong with using the wall for support whereas she saw it as only a crutch that others would laugh about. This human world was still so new to her. She only told Frost and Henry how inferior she felt most of the time, how stupid she felt. And she hated feeling that way. It went against every stubborn bone in her body to be looked at as not good at something. Maybe that made her shallow but it was just the way she was built. Growing up as a coyote was comfortable for her. She knew what to do, how to survive, how to thrive. As a human, she was in the dark most of the time and felt lost and confused. She wanted to get as far away from that feeling as possible. He didn't give up on it like she expected though. Instead he said he could only understand if she explained. She bit her lip and looked around. Of course it looked like no one else even cared about them, but it still felt so public, so open. She gave a heavy sigh. "I only found out I was a Were a few months ago. I was stuck in my Were form for years. It was all I knew. That was my childhood, as an animal. I know how to be an animal. The first time I shifted.....it was scary as hell. Ever since, I've worked so hard to fit into this new world. Most of the time, I feel lost, trapped. I hate that feeling." She bit on her lip again. She looked around but again, no one was looking at them. And talking was actually keeping her calm which was helping her skate better. She wasn't even thinking about it anymore. Her feet were just moving of their own accord. She was even going a little faster. She exhaled again, long and slow before meeting his gaze again. "I know it may seem normal to you, to anyone else who has lived in this world their whole life. Using the wall, the rail, depending on something or someone else to get by. It's human nature. But it's not MY nature. In my world, depending on something or someone else will only get you killed." She searched his gaze, willing him to try to understand that point of view and hoping he wouldn't judge her too harshly for it. She was surprised she'd even opened up to him like that. It wasn't like her. There was just something so warm and trusting about Ashton. She appreciated the fact that he still stayed close. He didn't have to. He could skate circles around her, literally. He could leave her to struggle and have her prideful moment but he didn't. That spoke volumes about him as a person and a man. And it was working for Malia, big time. Which was probably pretty obvious when she suddenly found herself up against his very warm, very chiseled chest. Her heart was racing and her breath was practically coming in pants and it wasn't from the skating. But he didn't have to know that. But somewhere in the back of her mind, right when she was ready to melt into it, a tiny voice said that she didn't know him, not enough. So that's when her protection instincts kicked in and she pulled away, pushing herself back. She hated the look in his eyes when she did that and told him she had it handled. She knew what would have happened if he hadn't been there to catch her. She knew she would have been hurt and it would have been her own fault. But she had to be strong. She couldn't just trust him. He wasn't a pack mate or a friend she'd known for a while. When he turned to leave the skating rink, she reached out but fell short, her hand closing on air. She bit down on her lip, enough to draw blood, but she knew it would heal shortly. Before he could see though, she started skating again, trying to look like she was fine, like she'd never tried to reach out. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time so she stared at her feet, though her mind was anywhere but on her skating. Still, she was calm enough for it to still go smoothly. She wobbled and then straightened herself back up. After she'd gone a few laps, she made up her mind and made her way to the exit of the rink. She gingerly made her way over to the bench and plopped down beside him. "It's no fun by myself, you know." She nudged him with her shoulder, offering a smile before her expression sobered. "Thank you, for doing this. For taking me here, for dancing with me, for talking to me. It means more than you'll ever know. I know...I'm not an easy person sometimes. I'm selfish and obnoxious and I speak my mind waay too much. I'm also not one to trust easily." She searched his expression, hoping that cleared some things up. She sighed and looked down at her feet. "I have a feeling I'm gonna have blisters after this." Her lips twitched in a smirk. |