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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on May 13, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
East


It is not something she had ever experienced before. Another individual lowering itself into a position that allowed her permission to control. It wasn't right, at least, she didn't think it was. Unsure with how to handle this she attempted to ignore it this act of compliance. So, she would busy herself with checking out just who this Fox was. As she inhaled the girl's scent, she noticed a few flaws. Slate eyes narrowed when she noticed how the girl's figure wasn't right. It was evident that the girl had suffered some sort of violent attack, perhaps broken bones along her ribs. A faint whimper came from the wolf, as she gently nudged the girls side, her cold nose buried in the soft scarlet fur. She too, had suffered broken ribs in her past. Snorting softly she had caught the whisk of a strong odor of male and she couldn't help but curl her lips in disdain. This scent carried bitter anger, a familiar odor she had sensed on her own Father. Shaking her skull to rid herself of that nasty stench she would stand in front of the smaller fox once more, before lying down on her belly. After giving the girl permission to approach, her dial tilted to the side. With one swipe of her fluffy black tail she would lower her head, blue-grey eyes averted focusing on the pile of boxes the fox had hidden in.



"No...was tricked before...males...bad."



She was not going to divulge everything to the girl she had just barely met. She carried her own visible and invisible scars, always coping never seeking for support from another. If she could carry the physical, emotional and mental injuries she received from her pack by herself, then why did she have to share her burden with another? She hardly trusted anyone, much less even know how to exactly explain everything. Keeping her head down she would allow the Fox to circle her, not seeing her as a threat. Quietly she laid there, staying quiet as grey trimmed ears would point or swivel in the direction the fox was going, always keeping a pinpoint of her location. Without lifting her head she would respond with a matter-of-fact tone, not really knowing if she needed to explain so much or not.



"Dark Hunter, Vampire, and Witch."



As soon as the Fox returned facing her, she would rise up on her grey paws slowly, her ebony skull tilting down as she looked at the smaller canine. This was the only creature she could actually relate to, other than Lucian, and she didn't necessary want to stick around him for too long. He was male, a male wolf, and she had seen the actions males in that particular form took on others. Sometimes, for males, it was hard to figure out just where their boundaries were- if they were far too human or far too wolf- both equally carrying destructive minds. As the Fox would curl her bushy tail around herself, she would mimic this, her own fluffy black and grey tail curled around her back leg, a sign that she was not a leader in this meeting. The question about her house caused the wolf to nod her head once. She was not particularly fond living in an enclosed environment, although there was much space it reminded her too much of the cage she was placed in every night. There was a hint of disdain as she admitted to living in a home, it was not comfortable and she wasn't too proud of her adobe.



"Yes...my house, I don't like it....it is too quiet."



Although she craved to remain in this position she knew she betrayed her chance of trying to keep herself as a human for an entire day. Turning her sleek form around, a sound of bones crack and moving could be heard as she slowly shifted back to being a human fully clothed once more. Pulling her curly golden-brown locks from her eyes, she would look down at the Fox giving her a choice instead of an order.



"You can come, if you want."



Perhaps that was exactly what she needed in a home...a kindred presence.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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