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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on November 03, 2021 by DAREIOS
East


It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



Dareios' phone buzzed away in his pocket, but he ignored it. Whoever needed him at this hour either didn't know him or certainly didn't know better. This sacred time at dusk, as the night began, was reserved always for personal time. He tried to ignore the vibrating sensation against his leg and focus on the sights and sounds of the bustling park around him. It was in these moments the vampire found some semblance of zen. It made the work feel worth it, even when so many of his kind were still so quick to chastise him for it.

He was in it - somewhere deep in his meditation - when a woman with a strange accent approached him. Dareios' beady dark eyes blinked quickly as he focused on her and her somewhat scowling face. Her gaze, it seemed, couldn't focus on his for more than a few seconds at a time before falling back onto ... his shoes? Before his lips could part and he could breathe life into an answer - she spoke again. Her quip about his shoes made him scoff a quick laugh. "Thanks for that." He dismissed quickly, looking down at the trendy but God awfully ugly sneakers on his feet. If he were being honest - he didn't even pick them out himself. He had people for that. Apparently these were all the rage among Gen Z and his PR team were hellbent on trying a new way to make him look more approachable among that newly 'of voting age' demographic.

He begins to stand from the bench, his tall and lanky frame easily towering over this were-woman when she has even more to say. This time, Dareios doesn't smile. His face goes stone cold. It was clear this Celtic-borne were was much older than him. He could feel her power radiating just under the surface. But it had certainly been a while since someone had spoken to him like that. His more predatory senses tingled and Dareios did his best to hide the fangs that threatened to show behind his lips. He'd worked hard, over many decades, to develop the strong sense of discipline he had in place now. So as she turned to leave, clearly heading in the opposite direction of where she intended to go, he let her.

"ádh mór." He whispered, but his lips didn't move. Instead, he sent her the message telepathically, hoping she'd appreciate his native Irish tongue. "toisc go bhfuil tú i gceannas ar an mbealach mícheart"

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl



translation: "Good luck." "Because you are headed the wrong way."

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