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

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Posted on October 21, 2022 by yumi chizue
East


Her name sounded familiar upon his lips, that velveteen baritone muttering those syllables as if he had said it a thousand times before. That singular word made her pause, the demure girl freezing in place before she remembered the white print on thick plastic pinned to her chest. Her name tag was surely all that gave her away, the man certainly unlikely to remember the fateful night in which they had met, even if it remained burned into her memory. It had climaxed with a truly dreadful moment - the confirmation that she wasn't safe on the streets of Sacrosanct, even after she had escaped the coven determined to have the owner of the very establishment she stood within. Damon's voice echoed within the forefront of her mind, sending a shudder down her spine. Thankfully, the persona she stole was more than happy to take charge of the situation, sliding effortlessly into place as she greeted him with a beaming simper. He continued on, commenting on her apparent hiding - the man assuring her by that simple sentence alone that he remembered her. Her shoulders lifted in a vague shrug, the girl pointing out that he knew exactly where she lived...even if she had little intention of remaining there. How that stolen demeanor seemed to hyperfocus upon that point rather than the fear Chizue so often lived within.

She watched as his hands clasped together on the table before him, his gaze steadfast upon her as he admitted his ignorance of her very willingness to receive him as a house guest, given the state his bear form had left the living room within. Oh, what a nightmare that had been! Between the broken furniture and sunken in floor boards. He had been nice enough to fix it, though, and Isolt had yet to step foot within the home to even notice the difference in the mended flooring. "Of course. What's a little imposition between old friends?" She commented, that grin again lighting up her features even if she knew how utterly ridiculous those words were. After all, it wasn't as if they were exactly 'old friends' after a singular evening together. She hardly dwelled upon that query long, however, the girl mentioning shortly after that move she had only just decided upon - one that seemed to prompt a level of concern within the man seated before her.

"Oh no, just moving. The townhouse wasn't mine. It was my coven leader's but...it seems kind of silly to still live there when she's completely forgotten I even exist anyways. I mean, I get she's busy after losing her baby or whatever but like, come on, if you're going to get someone kidnapped, the least you could do is come say hi every once in a while. You know, check up on them? Make sure they didn't get kidnapped again? Not that I suppose that would have mattered either. Those witches really only wanted her in the first place. Not me. Maybe I should get some new friends. I'm thinking of dying my hair. What do you think of fuschia? Or maybe I could do a pixie bob instead..." Oh how quickly that teenage girl she'd fed upon chose to spill the 'tea' of her life. Chizue was hardly in the right state of mind to be horrified by her own actions and yet, there was little doubt that later, when that personality had fled from her soul, she would find herself regretting every word that fell so freely from her lips.

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