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
now I've never been the one to play it safe
Posted on March 20, 2022 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
Alexander
The comfortable quiet evenings were all but a welcomed reprieve for the Dark Hunter. The silence and stillness was comforting after the chaoticness of the day and yet, by the same token, how dangerous it was for a man whose memories never dimmed with the passing of time. The soft soprano ding of the front door's bell was almost a saving grace, even if Alexander hardly seemed thrilled to be interrupted by the presence of a new patron. Nevertheless, the hunter rose from his comfortable position to meander towards the counter and the man waiting to place his order. That warm grin upon the fellow's face was hardly returned by the ancient King. Rather, Alexander chose to inform him of his rather limited stock on pastries so late at night. The beam he was presented with only seemed to widen, even despite the 'unfortunate' news the Dark Hunter delivered. He listened silently as the man across the counter shared far more details of his day than Alexander was sure he cared to know and yet, the very mention of the library, however, drew the Hunter's gaze towards the large window.
Admittedly, Alexander had yet to visit Sacrosanct's library. There was little there of value to him, not when the man had lived through the events written down in the pages of whatever historical books lined it's shelves. It hardly compared, anyways, to the libraries of old. To the scrolls upon scrolls that had lined the great library within his beloved Alexandria - before Julius fucking Cesaer burnt it to the ground. It surely paled in comparison even to the Imperial Library of Constantinople or Pergamum, though they too had met their own tragic end. Now, the average library somehow felt...disappointing to the ancient Conqueror.
There was no denying the man was...friendly. He was the sort of person who tried vehemently to provoke some sort of response from the Dark Hunter beyond their mere drink order. There were days, naturally, when the King was...better at entertaining such talkative patrons but they were few and far between of late. His very comment upon Alexander's ability to learn something new somehow representative of just how...companionable the man was attempting to be.