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

over the bend, entirely bonkers


Posted on February 28, 2021 by ASKAREE
East

A S K A R E E

BABY, DROP THEM BONES
SELL THAT SOUL



For a man who appeared so (for want of a more astute term) solid, he certainly was a jittery motherfucker. The electric current of his apprehension sizzles to life upon the bulge of every muscle made tense by the touch of her hand, snapping against her fingertips as they lay across the calloused plane of his hand. It made the predator curled within her purr like a coddled kitten, her flesh twitching, threatening to tighten into the armored plates of her ophidian self. Instead the tempting pout of her lips quirk into a falsely-playful, lopsided leer. A leer that only broadens as her newfound companion swipes his hand out from beneath her own. He thought she was coming on to him. "Don't worry, if I wanted to fuck you you'd know it," she quips before indulging in another drag from her beverage, though she doubts that her assurance shall bring him any true measure of ease.

"But wouldn't you rather know what you're dealing with?" It is a baited query, a tease. Most of the human folk preferred their cozy ateliers of ignorance to the chilling reality that they were little more than walking hors d'oeuvres to more than a few of the town locals. This wayward gentleman was revealing himself to be far less provocative than she had initially been given to hope. It would be such a pity, indeed, to come to the realization that she had wasted an afternoon fumbling down this particular rabbit hole with little more in her hands at the end of it than a few drinks with a not-unattractive stranger. "There isn't any 'going back', I'm afraid. Your toes are wet, so you may as well jump in." Her delivery is impressively analogous to genuine, sage advice. She was such a good samaritan.

The Egyptian woman barely fights off the urge to roll her eyes at her impromptu counterpart's assumption... and his use of the word 'magic'. Harry Potter had done for those with 'gifts' the same that those Twilight twats had done for the fanged beasties. Did she look like some fucking children's magician? She fixes him with a hard stare, her brown eyes narrowing in the weighty silence that ripples between them in the wake of his conclusion. "No," she offers at last, "I don't know magic. There aren't any rabbits or doves hiding anywhere on my person and I'm shit with card tricks." Askaree brings the brim of her glass to the lascivious pout of her bottom lip before allowing the smile to reclaim its place upon her chiseled features. "But I can make things move without touching them... and I can turn into a big fucking crocodile. Which is better, no?" She offers him this and a wink before polishing off the remainder of her drink.

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