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 May 20, 2019 by taliah
It had been weeks since that power outage within The Bakery, well, the entire block had gone out for a decent amount of time. Taliah was entirely lucky that she hadn't lost any product, it would have been a devastating loss simply because she wouldn't have been able to open the next day. Such unfamiliar feelings of relief had plagued her and even a thankfulness for the Were King who had set up her generator. What an interesting man he was, and perhaps the first Alpha to not come asking for her to join his pack. Taliah hadn't seen the man since that night, after they had holed up in her apartment with coffee and sharing each other stories. The woman was all but a private person, so very rarely gifting anyone with her story and yet, she shared a bit wit him. Of course, Taliah had only scratched the surface of her tale, not that she would divulge any further information.
Emerald eyes glance around the kitchen, it was nearly ready to close for the day and the woman was ahead of schedule. She had begun the fermentation of the doughs for the bread to be baked off in the morning, built the cakes and frosted them, even prepared all the batters for the bake off tomorrow. She wouldn't need to be down here as early as she normally would, perhaps it was a blessing, though Taliah knew she would be awake, same time as always. Pushing the loose hair that had fallen from her bun, out of her face, easily tucking it behind her ear, she wipes the wooden table just as the bell on the door gathers her attention. She had sent her worker home for the day already, hardly expecting anymore customers. Brushing a bit of flour off her arm, she doesn't remove the apron around her waist, her white shirt hiding the rest of the white dusting across her top, though her black pants are speckled with it.
She's ready to push through those double doors and into the front when a man's voice comes filtering through the cracks. Sighing, the shifter rather enjoyed baking and giving her food away and yet, sometimes customer service wasn't her strong suit. She lacked empathy, hardly retained conversations long and tended to be far too straight forward in this day an age. Pushing through the double doors, her emerald eyes lock onto the man standing at the counter, a smile stretching across his lips as Taliah stares at him impassively. Rarely did she have customers that bothered her, though self entitled folks tended to grate her never ending patience occasionally. Moving gracefully behind the counter, she doesn't say a word to him, merely gives him a small nod of her head as she bends down behind the counter and pulls the last of the pound cake from the display case, "Do you want a slice or the whole thing?" She asks finally, her green eyes lingering briefly on his golden hair before returning to his gaze. As she meets his eyes, something clangs through her, though it hardly shows on her face, another shifter.
Her bakery was becoming a hot spot for shifters, she had more were-creatures here than any other supernatural species. Perhaps they all had a semblance of a sweet tooth, not that she minded much. Frost had kept her business booming, the white-haired man returning to purchase mass amounts of goodies for his pack. Still, she never asked about the pack. The closest she had come was to distinguish the two packs they lived rather... civilly within the city. Pushing thoughts away, she tilts her head, those strands of hair pushed behind her ear falling into her face once more, though she doesn't tuck them back again.
Emerald eyes glance around the kitchen, it was nearly ready to close for the day and the woman was ahead of schedule. She had begun the fermentation of the doughs for the bread to be baked off in the morning, built the cakes and frosted them, even prepared all the batters for the bake off tomorrow. She wouldn't need to be down here as early as she normally would, perhaps it was a blessing, though Taliah knew she would be awake, same time as always. Pushing the loose hair that had fallen from her bun, out of her face, easily tucking it behind her ear, she wipes the wooden table just as the bell on the door gathers her attention. She had sent her worker home for the day already, hardly expecting anymore customers. Brushing a bit of flour off her arm, she doesn't remove the apron around her waist, her white shirt hiding the rest of the white dusting across her top, though her black pants are speckled with it.
She's ready to push through those double doors and into the front when a man's voice comes filtering through the cracks. Sighing, the shifter rather enjoyed baking and giving her food away and yet, sometimes customer service wasn't her strong suit. She lacked empathy, hardly retained conversations long and tended to be far too straight forward in this day an age. Pushing through the double doors, her emerald eyes lock onto the man standing at the counter, a smile stretching across his lips as Taliah stares at him impassively. Rarely did she have customers that bothered her, though self entitled folks tended to grate her never ending patience occasionally. Moving gracefully behind the counter, she doesn't say a word to him, merely gives him a small nod of her head as she bends down behind the counter and pulls the last of the pound cake from the display case, "Do you want a slice or the whole thing?" She asks finally, her green eyes lingering briefly on his golden hair before returning to his gaze. As she meets his eyes, something clangs through her, though it hardly shows on her face, another shifter.
Her bakery was becoming a hot spot for shifters, she had more were-creatures here than any other supernatural species. Perhaps they all had a semblance of a sweet tooth, not that she minded much. Frost had kept her business booming, the white-haired man returning to purchase mass amounts of goodies for his pack. Still, she never asked about the pack. The closest she had come was to distinguish the two packs they lived rather... civilly within the city. Pushing thoughts away, she tilts her head, those strands of hair pushed behind her ear falling into her face once more, though she doesn't tuck them back again.
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