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 May 09, 2019 by Damon Marcello
East


He barely noticed the conversation between the fae and the hunter about women and what fun they could have with them, his system entangled within the web of the venom working its way through him. He did feel that he should throw in a fact for them though that he learned through his own firsthand knowledge. He'd had his share of wild nights with twins, even triplets, though the latter came after his immortal awakening. He felt he was much better at keeping up that way. The fae thanked him and he tried his best smirk, his eyes glazed as he leaned his head back against the wall. "Any time, man."

He felt the sudden urge to assure the fae before him that were he of the homosexual nature, he would surely take him to bed. Fae's were always of such a beautiful nature. He could admit that, even in his sober state. Well....maybe. The man seemed flattered, telling him that he crossed well with Italian's and asked if Damon was, in fact, Italian. He grinned. "Born and raised. Though I found French more intimate on the tongue." As the man complimented his companion on his daughters, Damon couldn't help but scoff and raise a brow, clearly not convinced as he squinted at the hunter in question. "I guess I'll have to take your word for it. Maybe I should meet one or two...just to see for myself."

The hunter didn't seem to like the name chosen for him and the fae asked what was wrong with it. Damon looked between them, his brows furrowed in clear confusion. Why would they argue about names? Hadn't they had their whole lifetimes to get used to them? In his foggy state, it didn't occur to him that they might be lying about that. When the hunter tried to call the fae Carlos, though, Damon just couldn't take it. He had to tell them his opinion on the matter so he said that Calvin sounded better, and it seemed, the fae agreed. As the fae man swore his name was actually Calvin, Damon grinned, feeling quite proud of himself for choosing such a panty dropping name.

When they started talking about a party, Damon really started feeling fuzzy. He started squinting around, his vision going in and out, like he was on drugs or something. Was it supposed to be like this? He couldn't even remember what made him like this. Did he drink too much? Did he take drugs? Usually they didn't affect him like this. They shouldn't affect him really, at all, since he was a vampire and all. He only got more confused as he tried to work it out. He found himself asking about drinks and the fae, Calvin, assured him that he hadn't missed them. He nodded along, feeling a little reassured but still woozy. He turned his gaze back to Calvin as he started asking questions. It was getting harder to focus on his face cause it was starting to spin in circles before his eyes so Damon had to squint, his own head moving with the motion.

"I'm Damon Marcelo, uh, roughly 170 years old, and uh....isn't this the first time we've met?" He glanced up at the hunter in question, clearly confused as to whether he was supposed to already know the hunter. Did he miss some time or something? Wow, his vision was really starting to mess up. He found himself blinking a lot more, trying to re-focus. His pupils were dilating and contracting. What was happening to him?

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