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

too wild for you


Posted on October 01, 2020 by Malia Tate
East


The woman seemed completely distracted when Malia went over to the car, rummaging around like she might find a real prize in there. The werecoyote couldn't see how there could be anything of true value in that car. All she smelled was week old french fries (probably somewhere in the floor board) and that smelly car air freshener that some people used. They usually just gave her a headache. Her nose wrinkled at the bad concoctions as she leaned against the doorframe, asking if there was anything good. Her lips quirked when the woman immediately answered, saying just gum and a used tissue. She was just beginning to think she might have been mistaken about the woman doing something shady when suddenly the air grew tense and what she could see of the other Were stiffened beside her. For a heartbeat, things seemed to freeze like that and Malia was about to ask if she was okay when slowly, the woman started to slide back out of the car, planting her feet firmly on the sidewalk as she turned to face her.

The moment she asked what kind of Were she was, the woman tensed again and Malia wondered if she'd offended her or something by asking. No one had ever taught her proper etiquette on these things. She always said what she thought and nobody else seemed to mind, well, most of the time. For a minute, the woman seemed to stall, her voice trailing off before she turned the question around on Malia, asking what she was. Malia's grin only widened, her brown eyes lighting up in excitement. "I'm a werecoyote." She replied. She was proud of what she was, no matter how small she might be to some of the other Were's around Sacrosanct. She liked to think she held her own weight just fine with her other abilities. She wouldn't be beta of a pack if she was weak, right? The woman backed out of the car as they spoke, closing the door and backing up a little more. Malia watched her but remained relaxed, figuring the Were just needed to see her fully while they spoke.

The woman was taller than she was, but not by much. Malia wasn't short by any means, but the other girl obviously stood over her 5'8" figure so Malia was even more excited. Maybe she was an animal close in size, too, and they could hunt and play together!



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