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

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Posted on July 13, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
East

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How Tetradore relished within those delectable scents that all but assaulted his senses the moment they stepped into the Bakery. The very warmth of that room was a welcome difference from the winter that still raged outside. His emerald irises briefly fluttered over the menu above before, shifting to the far more important display of those fresh baked goods tucked behind that glass case. He was hardly prepared, however, to offer any sort of recommendations upon the menu. After all, the Were-Panther had his own favorites - those of which were known quite well. Tetradore's very admittance of those chocolate treats he often indulged within seemed to prompt a warm grin from Raven's features as the girl beside him giggled. That almost guilty look caused his own hand to rise to the back of his neck and yet, the girl seemed nothing if not delighted, all the same, as she rose to her toes to ruffle his hair. The very action saw the Were-King wrinkle his nose though he hardly made any move to stop her as his attention briefly deviated towards the man working behind the counter. Taliah was...clearly not present - or more likely she was far more focused upon her own work in those back kitchens he'd explored the last time he was here. Nevertheless, Tetradore placed his order for his own cookie and preferred coffee, only to find his efforts to pay cut off entirely by the girl beside him. Her insistence that this was her treat prompted a glimpse of surprise from the Alpha and yet, he hardly said a word to refute.

Tetradore trailed after her only to settle upon the chair across from her. He'd already pulled his cookie from the sleeve when Raven initiated that conversation with the talk of those water fights - the idea one he had accepted, though was still remarkably hesitant on. His admittance that he was concerned of the attention it might cause, however, did little more than produce a snort from the girl. Her declaration that Dark Hunter's could be bought, however, caused his head to shake. "Not everyone is lured by money, Raven." He responded, the man more than capable of think of a few individuals whose morals went far deeper than dollar signs - Raven herself one of them. "We will see how the first few go." It was the only promise he was willing to offer her. After all, it wasn't just the Dark Hunters that worried him. To bring those fights in the open, particularly with the size of some of those sea-animals, would attract far more attention that Tetradore typically liked. To bring those fights into the outdoors went against the very nature of that underworld. Still, she had been so excited to bring an idea to him that Tetradore didn't have the heart to turn her down. He watched as the girl tore off a bit of her gingerbread cookie, her features seeming all but pensive as she chewed. That idle chitchat was, admittedly, something Tetradore was never good at and yet the Were-King made an effort all the same, as the conversation shifted to Carolina. "I'm glad she's working out for you." He responded simply, and truly, he was. Tetradore hardly had an issue with admitting when he had judged someone incorrectly. If the spotted snow leopard was doing well for her, then that was all that mattered.

He watched as she put down her cupcake, only to pick up her tea in that same contemplative fashion. Tetradore watched as her head dipped down and slowly his eyebrows furrowed as she shyly looked up at him. The murmur of her voice, however, caused those same brows to rise and yet he was all too quick to dismiss her concern. "Yeah, I'm fine." The Were-King paused for a moment, only to pause over an issue he found in those words she'd spoken. "Why would you say 'we arn't blood'? What does that matter?" He inquired, altogether baffled by that term she'd utilized. After all, those souls that were closest to him were not related to him by blood. In fact, the sole blood relative he had was the single individual in his life that he was most distant from. What....was she getting at?

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