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
it's on a course to crash
Posted on July 23, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
There was little doubt within the Were-King's mind that this was the best viable option for venturing into the depths of the Black Markey. Taliah, after all, was minuscule in comparison to his bestial form, the girl certainly capable of becoming lost in his ebony fur. Tetradore, on the other hand, would be at the very height of his offensive power, those claws capable of ripping and shredding any who should cross their paths. That soft sigh upon the Brazillian woman's lips only served as a wordless acceptance of his plan and, without hesitation, Tetradore slid from the comfortable, depths of his sports car. He reached for the hem of his shirt, sliding the cotton material upwards and over his broad shoulders before peeling it off entirely and tossing it into the driver's seat. His jeans followed suit soon after, the Alpha merely discarding them in a heap upon the leather seat before, finally, his boxers too joined the pile of clothing. He closed the car door behind him with an audible thud before dropping to his knees, letting that shift overwhelm his toned figure. His shift was over in a matter of moments, the resplendent Were-King replaced with the figure of an equally as muscular jaguar.
The feline slinked around the front of the Bugatti, his paws near-silent upon the ground underfoot as he moved to stand before her. A barely audible yawn crossed his lips, flashing the gleaming white of his incisors before Tetradore settled upon his haunches, his entrancing emerald irises merely staring at her with an almost otherworldly glow. He remained still and hushed as he watched the woman undress, the swiveling of his ears upon his chiseled cranium and the soft shifting of his chest with each breath were, perhaps, the only true sign of life from the statue-like creature. Tetradore was well aware of the shiver that ran down her spine. Her hatred of the chilled weather was, admittedly, one the jungle cat shared. Even in this form, his body was simply not meant for the cold that Sacrosanct could experience. This, at least, was within his realm of handling quite comfortably. His head tilted to the side as he watched her transform from woman to serpent, that shift hardly as easy nor as quick as his own, her body contorting in ways he had not quite seen before. It was...fascinating, in some manner, though certainly looked...unenjoyable, at the very least.
Her serpentine figure was...far more intriguing though Tetradore hardly moved until those reptilian eyes flickered open. The were-panther rose to his feet, watching inquisitively as that once green color so abruptly shifted to something far deeper and darker. How unexpected. He could hear the young woman's smooth voice echoing within his mind, even as her gaze remained focused upon his approaching figure.
My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there
so if you love me let me go
Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know