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

I'll kill for your love and you'll die for mine;


Posted on November 05, 2018 by HARLEY WESTWARD
East

stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns


Harley dressed up as a black cat, just for the sheer cruel satire of it all. If she was going to turn fuzzy on the full moon she might as well get used to the fucking idea. It was a surprise to find her wounds from that night had miraculously healed, she was forced to face the hell queen herself. One of the perks of the change she supposed. As far as she was concerned she hated it, all of it. The raven-haired woman already felt the obvious things, like enhanced vision, a strange affinity for raw meat and her tolerance for alcohol was through the roof. Also, the amethyst eyed woman no longer felt those cold hands and feet she was so used to, and her night vision, well let's just say she could navigate a dark room just fine.

Her costume was a slinky crushed velvet black bodysuit that clung to her figure, accompanied with a tail ears and paws. She was totally making fun of herself, not that anyone besides Isolt would know just what she was destined to become. Her kitty name for the night was going to be Miss Fortune, if one got close enough they could see it written on the tag of her collar. It couldn't be any closer to the icy hands of truth than that. [costume]

However, the spitfire wasn't entirely sure what this turning furry thing would do to her in the long run and maybe this would be the last night of normalcy before the shit hit the proverbial fan. She would enjoy it, every last minute of it. Luckily she caught a glimpse of Isolt's iconic red hair and also noticed Damon leaning against a cane. Oh, fuck no. They dressed up all coupley and shit. It was too cute that it almost made her want to vomit in her mouth a little. But at the same time, she was glad the two vampires had each other. She slid passed people in those ridiculous booted heels that gave her several inches in height.
She had to admit they looked damn good and put way more effort in their look than she had. She wondered if they were planning on hitting up a bank when no one was looking. She snuck up upon them as quiet as a cat if only, the clinking of heels would surely give herself away. "I like that Bonnie and Clyde thing going on. You make me want to throw up, in the best way." She smirked at the couple, wrinkling her black little kitten nose. "Oh and meow." She added sarcastically, she batted at the air with her claws. A wry expression plastered upon her face.

She had to admit the dark Halloween décor of Red on the Water looked exceptional, far better than she could have ever imagined. Then again Isolt was always good at paying attention to the subtle nuances. "Please tell me the guns are real and loaded. Just in case someone gets a little out of hand. Oh, and before I forget, I bring a treat for the host and hostess before I find the bar and make stupid decisions." She lifted up a black bag, dangling it by the black satin ribbon handle from a clawed finger which contained a single malt Irish whiskey.

She peered out at the crowd, not accustomed to the enhanced sounds of people talking and glasses clinking. This little black kitty cat was going to need to get to that bar sooner than she thought. She frowned, the enhanced noises clamored at her as though it threatened to give her a royal headache. She felt her skin prickle like needles upon her pale flesh as a random sense of irritation overcame her, much like a feline that hated being touched. Which was exactly more reason she wanted booze in her system.

Harley Westward