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

at the last dusty fountain


Posted on October 18, 2022 by AISLINN
East

When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning


How quickly his features contorted into an assortment of contrasting emotion. That once baffled dilation of his pupils and rise of his brows shifted into a smug look of a confident man with a poor tasting pickup line on his tongue before transforming again into a glimpse of mock innocence and furthered confusion at the peculiar situation he found himself in. A singular brow rose as the Queen watched him astutely, her silence brought on only by her inquisitiveness on if he dared breath a word of those thoughts. The conversation, however, remained resolutely focused upon the task at hand, the man lamenting his lack of a phone for a second time and yet, that was hardly anything she had any means to help with. Rather, a more direct approach was required. Aislinn rose from her crouched position, the Queen entirely aware of the inflection with his voice as he insisted he was glad her charges seemed fine. "As am I." She commented simply as she settled on the seat, her fingers curling over the leather of the bottom of the seat as it pressed against his leg. Her instructions were clear, that simple demand to push in combination with her own pulling was sure to right the bike.

There was a silent, precarious second before the bike sluggishly began to move - inch by tiny inch. She could see the pain dancing across his features - his jaw visibly clenched as he grimaced, sweat beading down his forehead. Despite Aislinn's pretentious demeanor, the Unicorn still had a heart of compassion, one that couldn't help but to beat for the man beneath her. Thankfully, it hardly took much longer before the motorcycle was righted, leaving Aislinn sitting on the seat with little idea of how to keep the thing from falling back over. She was aware, of course, of the scent of blood permeating the air, the coppery smell distinguishable even to her human scenes as she glanced along the side of the bike, inquiring after what was expected of her now. The icicle hue of her irises turned towards the man upon the ground, watching, briefly, as he strove to staunch the blood flow, his hand pressed firmly upon his wound. He glanced up at her, however, with a small smile upon his features as he nodded towards the lower half of the motorcycle. "Oh." She muttered softly, her foot finally finding the metal kickstand as Aislinn, with some effort, was able to lower it and, slowly, the bike.

A soft breath left her lips, the young girl hesitantly stepping away from the motorcycle, only to eye it critically. "What a perfectly ridiculous machine. You know they replaced horses with these?" Her blonde locks shook with her disappointment, only for her attention to turn back towards the fallen man and his obvious wound. "You're bleeding. We should get you to a doctor. Can you still drive this thing?"

Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles
it's the last unicorn

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