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
all i did was run, run, run, run, run
Posted on April 18, 2022 by boone kendrick
It was nights like these where Boone just wanted to drink until the sun came up. He wanted to fuck someone well into the morning and then watch them leave. He was never one for sentiments, never one to cuddle after sex. Nothing about what he did was gentle or kind. It was all rough and very much with an attitude and a scowl. That was just who Boone was...at least now.
There was once a time when he hadn't been quite so agitated all the time. In fact, he had once been a nice sort of fellow, the kind you befriend and enjoy drinking in the company of. But his life had taken a drastic turn, as so many do, and Boone simply could not recover from his past. He was haunted by memories and visions. It made him crazy and made him wake from nightmares in cold sweats. Boone's life hadn't been easy or fair. Perhaps that's why he's here drinking tonight. What more did he have to live for?
As the woman speaks, asking if he always orders his drinks with cussing or if he's just having a bad evening. Her voice definitely catches his attention. He supposed it shouldn't surprise him to find an Irish woman in an Irish pub. He grumbled beneath his breath. "I'll order my drinks however I damn well please."
It's now that he turns his eyes to look at the woman who's interrupted his evening. She's a beautiful woman, tall with red locks that come easily midway down her back. Her eyes are the color of shamrocks. Her t-shirt hugs her curves in all the right places and he swore he was getting a stiffy. She was definitely blessed. Fuckable, yes.
The bar tender finally (after an eternity) handed him his pint of ale. He brought it to his lips, drinking it with several long gulps. He looked back at the man. "What sort of horse piss is this? You call this your best?" It tasted over fermented. Perhaps he was used to the better ales, the finer aged brews. The bartender just rolled his eyes and Boone did the same.
Taking another swig of whatever piss-ale this was, he could still feel eyes on him. He looked back to the woman. "What's your fuckin problem?" He knew he was sexy as hell, but damnit, did she really need to stare?