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

in the shadow of the forest


Posted on October 31, 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


The impossibly pale blue of the Celtic Queen's gaze traced the sleek bodice of the motorcycle, her brows furrowed as her arms crossed over her chest, a small frown tugged the corners of her lips downward. Such a mechanical marvel as the one before her seemed...perfectly ridiculous. Certainly she understood the benefit. It required no food. It made no complaints. Its endurance went as far as its gas tank and yet...it was cold...and lifeless. And it fell over. A horse would not fall from merely stopping. A soft snort of displeasure left her nose before she informed her companion of how the motorcycle he rode replaced the equines she shared some sort of lineage with. It was a travesty, really. The need for instant gratification had decimated the very beauty of the world, she was sure. Her head shook from side to side, even as she listened to the fallen man insist that gas was cheaper than oats and hay. As if capitalism ruled all things! A small sound echoed in the back of her throat, the noise hardly held any true meaning beyond acknowledgement of his words before she turned her attention to something a touch more critical - the wound upon his leg and the stench of blood that surrounded him.

Her inquiry over his ability to ride his steel 'horse' (yet another mockery) saw the man nodd. Aislinn watched as his attention turned briefly towards his leg, the very sight of that wound brought a scowl to his lips. "It hurts more if you look at it." The Queen commented, the advice simply common sense. She remained poised, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched him take off his belt. A single brow rose and yet, Aislinn was hardly afraid of the fellow before her. She had met her fair share of rapists within her lifetime and he lacked the egotistical disregard of her gender that so many of them seem to share. "I'm not worried." The unicorn answered back flatly, the woman inclined to simply watch as he looped the belt around his leg rather than assist in his curious endeavor. An audible grunt of pain left his lips before he mumbled under his breath, only for the strange fellow to continue in his efforts to undress. Slowly, Aislinn's head tilted to the side as he worked to rip his shirt into strips. While Aislinn hadn't been terribly fond of his clothing of choice, it seemed rather...drastic measures, even to her.

Her eyes followed his fingers as they worked diligently to wrap the shirt around his wound, helping to momentarily staunch the blood flow before the rest of it was tossed to the side of the road. "That's littering, you know." She commented with a clear look of disappointment. Nevertheless, she still reached out for him as he lifted himself onto his feet, Aislinn fully prepared to catch him in the event he stumbled on his way towards his motorcycle. He grabbed firmly onto the handle of his bike, his gaze turning back towards her with a smile. A soft sigh left the Queen's lips before she nodded in agreement. "So it is." She commented, taking a step backward before remembering the jacket draped around her shoulders. "Here. I won't need this any longer." Aislinn shrugged the jacket off before handing it back to him - the man certainly in far greater need of it then she. "Safe travels." She uttered, stepping away from the man and back towards the forest. A butterfly settled upon her shoulder, before another and another embraced her petite figure, her pale flesh lost in that veritable swarm until they too vanished, leaving hardly a trace that she had ever existed in the first place.

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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