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 December 05, 2019 by henry tudor
What Nadya was saying made sense, but he still wasn't ready to completely give in. His panther had taken so much from him that giving into his panther scared the shit out of him. Fear was what was holding him back from truly becoming one with his panther. Perhaps because he knew she was right. In order to have control, he needed to relinquish control. But losing that control was what had landed Sterling in the hospital. It was what had ruined everything that was good in his life. He wasn't ready to just give into something he hated. He still had hope that some day, he might be able to beat the panther out of him...that he could return to the human he was before. People cured cancer and diseases, why not cure the infection that was turning him into a cat every month?
He hated being a were. Henry was not a religious person by any stretch of the imagination. And yet, he prayed every day and night that God might take away this infection, that he would return him to being human. Hell, Henry had even promised to lay off the drugs and the alcohol, to never have sex again if only it meant he would be happy with Sterling once again. But God didn't answer his prayers. God didn't care about him. He was left to try to work through the hand he had been dealt. His methods may not be the best, but it was all he knew how to do.
He watched her curiously as she asked him to get out of this bar. Truthfully, Henry wanted to stay here and drink - it was easier to drown out his pain and sorrow at the hands of alcohol. But her suggestion was not really a suggestion, but a command. She wanted to teach him that hunting didn't have to end in a kill, that it was only a means to let out his energy. But what she didn't understand was that hunting had gotten him into far too much trouble. "I don't think you quite understand me when I tell you hunting is what fucked up my life in the first place." When he had mauled Sterling, it was because his panther had been locked into a room and scared. It had fought back based solely on instinct. Henry had come a long way since then, but he still did not completely trust himself. He didn't trust himself to be able to take over when the panther became locked onto a target. He might not be able to change who he was anymore, but there was no way in hell he'd hurt another person.
Slowly he finished off the whiskey that was still in the cup in front of himself. Easing himself off the barstool, it took him a moment to regain his balance. He was far drunker than he had thought. Surely this wasn't good for shifting. If he already struggled, would it not be even harder to control his panther with a blood alcohol level that was far higher than the legal limit?
But despite all the questions and reservations that he had, he knew that Nadya was only trying to help. Perhaps he should just give her a chance. He pulled his jacket off the bar and slipped it over his shoulders as he turned to look at her. "If anything happens to anyone...I'm blaming you and I will make you pay." Henry hadn't cared for pack rivalries before...and he certainly wouldn't care about them if he went after Nadya because she allowed something terrible to happen to someone else.
