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

let's take this world by storm


Posted on January 31, 2019 by taliah
East
He was a man of few words, not that it bothered Taliah much, the woman hardly ever caring to carry on a conversation for long periods of time. Though the woman didn't feel obligated to keep a flow of conversation going, she was curious. She didn't think that the turn of events would have an alpha sitting naked in her apartment. She works steadfast in her duties, putting the French press directly on the heat as she adjusts the flames until she was satisfied before moving back to the seating area and settling on the ground in front of the fire. Taliah shifts so she can watch the man on the couch as she pulls her legs to her chest and rests her cheek upon her knee as she questions him. Not that she minded the silence, though she knew how... uncomfortable she could make other people with her lack of words. Yet, she had a distinct feeling this man didn't care one way or the other; but Taliah couldn't deny her own curiosity as he answers. He's blunt and short in his answers, quickly turning the subject away from him to Taliah.

She blinks at him before answering, "Savage," she responds equally blunt and short in her response as she pauses another moment before continuing, "For the most part, anyways. I'm from the Amazon and it can be beautiful if you know where to look. The best part is, that it never gets cold there," she sighs wistfully, "Even the rain is like warm bath water, I think that's what I miss the most,"she admits, allowing her gaze to travel to the fire, finally feeling a bit of warmth returning to her bones. The sound of hissing water draws her attention as she quickly unfolds her limbs and quickly moves back to the stove. Grabbing a towel she wraps it around the French press and grabs two mugs, carefully linking her slender fingers through them as she carries them back to the couch, setting it on the small coffee table to Tetradore's right. Setting the items down carefully, she quickly pours the man a cup and offers it to him before pouring herself her own. Stepping around his legs gingerly, she sits on the couch this time and tucks her legs beneath her as she wraps her hands around the delicious warmth of the mug.

"You look like someone who might enjoy a different climate," she muses as she takes a sip of her coffee, "Why do you stay in the city?" She asks, a bit of curiosity coloring her own lyrics as she glances at him sidelong. As the coffee warms her from the inside out, she doesn't realize until that moment how cold her feet are. Frowning at the slippers she left on the ground, she's debating on putting them back on, simply to help warm her feet but she knew they were far too bulky to tuck under her. Sighing, she glances up at Tetradore and sees a bit of the excess blanket at his side. Without saying a word, she adjusts on the couch so her back is leaning against the arm rest, and she extends her legs slightly towards the naked man, slipping them under the blanket, though she's entirely careful not to touch him. "My feet are cold," she explains with a small shrug and leaves it at that before lifting the mug back to her lips.

"What made you want to become an alpha?" She asks, almost curious as to why she continues to keep the conversation going. Adjusting briefly, she accidentally extends her foot too much, her cold toes brushing up against his side. Pulling back quickly, she gives him an apologetic look, "Sorry," she mumbles, bringing the mug back to her lips, though she can't deny she wanted nothing more to do than to slip her frozen toes beneath his frame to warm them, it sounded far to appealing to her though she refrains from doing so.

taliah

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