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
Don't follow the butterflies
Posted on January 31, 2023 by Taylor Dixon
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It was easy enough to see the woman's opinion of my bike just from the disgusted look she gave it as she walked around it. If looks could kill, pretty sure my Harley would be up in flames by now. It seemed I didn't give the answer she wanted to hear when I tried to throw out some BS about gas being cheaper, her snort pretty much telling me she agreed it was definitely BS. Instead, her attention turned to my leg. I tried my best to talk it down, telling her I could ride to get myself some help. Not like I planned on doing much. Maybe go home and see if I can crash in bed and sleep it off? I'll probably soak in the tub and clean the asphalt out of my wounds before sleeping, if I even make it to the bed. Maybe the couch would be safer. She told me not to look at it and I looked away from my leg with a scowl. "You're probably right." She stood there as I removed my belt and then my shirt. At least she didn't think I was a threat or anything, simply telling me she wasn't worried when I tried to reassure her. I wasn't sure for a second whether to be relieved or offended. In the end, I went with relieved, just cause. I wrapped the belt around my leg, but I could see the slight confusion in her expression when I started ripping up my shirt. Of course she would choose to focus on the fact that I threw what was left of my shirt to the side, telling me that was littering. "You're absolutely right." I limped over to where I threw it, not wanting to gain her disapproval as I leaned over the best I could to grab the piece of fabric before limping back over to my bike to put it in the saddle bag. There, that should make her happy. I was surprised that she even reached out to help me as I tried to get up. She was a hard one to read. I told her this was good bye and she agreed before moving to take off the jacket. I held up my hand. "No, you can keep it, really. Wouldn't want you to be...cold." Had to go with that word since I didn't want to go with the naked alternative. The woman was stubborn though, handing me back the jacket around my continued protests before turning to walk away. "You too..." I went to answer her back even as butterflies seemed to appear out of nowhere. They swarmed her and any normal person would have told her to watch out or tried to help, but somehow I just stood frozen at my bike, watching in shock as the butterflies scattered, leaving nothing behind. "Well....hopefully I didn't just witness a murder...by insects." I mumbled to myself before blinking myself out of the daze and slowly positioning myself on the bike. After a few agonizing minutes, I was able to start the bike and kick up the stand, ready to head back home. Where I plan to pass out and pretend this night didn't happen...well, as much as I can imagine, anyway. |