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
living like we're renegades
Posted on September 10, 2018 by Carolina Grace Bedford
It felt nice to be lavished upon, to be someone's focus in a positive light. She had experienced too much of the ulterior as of late and it was a welcome change. Even under the cool touch of Sebastian, even as his fangs broke through her skin with such ease that she barely had time to feel it, despite all of her earlier misgivings she knew now that there was nowhere else she would rather have been at this moment. In the afterglow, as the effects of his venom coalesced with the alcohol that was already racing through her bloodstream, it was euphoria like none she had ever experienced. Despite her rather tumultuous past Carolina had never been drawn into the use of drugs, sure she enjoyed a cigarette on occasion when the stress was too much but she had never tried the harder things the streets had to offer. She couldn't imagine they could hold a candle to this, though perhaps she might later find Sebastian was just as addictive and altogether unobtainable.
If she had her wits about her she would have noticed the distance he put between them now, that despite the soft groan she elicited from the caress of her lips on his neck he made no effort return it. However none of these things registered through the haze that was woven around her mind and body, only registering her companions touch and the silken words that fell from his lips. A soft giggle bubbled up from her lips as a fluent string of words were uttered to the men who stood just outside of her view in the shadows. French? Italian? She didn't know, one of those European tongues that she wouldn't mind listening to all day despite not understanding a word.
A part of her enjoyed how his eyes were drawn back down to her, and the surprise that her question brought to his model features. She had a feeling that he his feathers were hard to ruffle and it amused her that she had managed it. His answer had another short bout of laugher escaping her, though the comparison was at least a favorable one.