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

alittle rough around the edges


Posted on December 20, 2019 by Taylor Dixon
East


The young woman looked anything but scared (or amused, for that matter) when the robbers turned their guns on her. Taylor couldn't help but watch, almost fascinated with the whole thing. Sure, he was a little scared that he could get shot or killed today, but mostly he wanted to know what the woman was going to do. She didn't look like the cooperating type. One of the men turned his attention (and his gun) on her, telling her to hit the floor. And just as Taylor expected when he made his assessment of her, she said no. A brow lifted on his rugged features in amusement as the robber actually looked confused for a minute before he even dared to ask what she just said. As if he didn't hear her. A simper pulled at the woman's lips then as she explained she wasn't getting on the floor and risking exposure and that she would be getting up against the wall instead.

Making a small "huh" noise in puzzlement, Taylor lifted himself up a little to glance at the floor beneath him in question. Exposure to what? Did she know something he didn't? But his attention was quickly drawn back to the pair as the robber started to snarl, pressing his gun to her shoulder. Taylor expected the woman to step back out of reach or at least tense in a LITTLE fear, but no. He should have known better (really, he should have). Instead she actually sighed and then proceeded to ram the gun back against the robber's very nose. Taylor gasped in surprise, but his shock was only beginning, for as the woman continued to hold the rifle, his eyes widened as piece by piece, the gun started to actually fall apart. As if by magic. The woman didn't seem bothered at all, that simper still in place on her lips as she then turned to the remaining men and asked about getting against the wall.

"What....the....actual....fuck?" Taylor couldn't help himself as the whisper of shock left his lips. He was sure the other men were thinking it, especially since they hadn't even stopped staring at the woman. Now Taylor wasn't usually a man to use many curse words. His mother had always taught him that it didn't sound cool and it wasn't a way to a lady's heart. But how else was he supposed to react? His gaze swept from the pieces of gun still scattered on the floor to the woman and back. "What are you?" He couldn't help but ask.


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