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

my own form of CHAOS


Posted on January 26, 2019 by Damon Marcello
East


Okay, so he should have been more careful, but he was feeling particularly fidgety tonight andas such, more careless. He liked being daring every once in a while, just following his predator instincts. He just wanted a fix for tonight, some fae blood to give him a good high so he could forget all his problems, at least for one night. No questionable child on the way, no coven out for his fiance, no terrified friend playing it hermit-style. He wanted answers for all these problems, but he wouldn't be getting that tonight so he wanted the next best thing. He should have counted on the fae beneath him having some powers or he wouldn't be conveniently bleeding by a vampire tavern. No smart fairy would do such a thing. But he wasn't thinking straight and now it was telling.

As he launched from the roof, the man beneath him moved, or rather, disappeared and reappeared just out of reach. Damon landed in a crouch before him, showing both fangs extended in a grin as he straightened up. "Happens after a century or two, I guess." He shrugged before stepping purposely toward the fairy. When the man spoke French, Damon laughed. "S'il y avait des messieurs présents, alors peut-être." (If there were any gentlemen present, then perhaps) He said with a shrug and a teasing lift of his brow. It was a good thing he grew up in cajun Louisiana where English was the second language. He also spent a good many years in Paris as part of his eternal vacation after turning. The man before him was ready for anything so Damon tilted his head, pausing his chase to move a finger in a slicing motion.

"If you're going to bleed, might as well lay out the buffet." He aimed to use his powers to make a few more superficial cuts on the fairy's arms. He inhaled, wanting to smell all that fae blood. It only hit him too late that the fairy was staying just out of reach but not fully retreating. It was a trap. And of course, this only came to mind right as someone's arm wrapped around his throat. He scowled, bundling all the energy around him and pulling it to himself. With one hand on the Dark Hunter's arm, trying to pry it away, he grunted as the Hunter's foot connected with his knee. He allowed himself to go to his knees, but as the man paused, he used the moment to bring his other hand up and press it toward the Hunter's face and chest. Then he released all the energy in a blast that should release the Hunter's hold and shove him away.

He couldn't help but chuckle at the words the Hunter had uttered before he sent the blast his way. "Je ne l'aurais pas autrement." (Wouldn't have it any other way) He said with a snarky grin.



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