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 December 14, 2014 by Elenore Dorian
East
all this devotion was rushing over me, and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me, but the arms of the ocean deliver me.

People often offer the advice that cities are unkind, expensive, and generally harsh places to live. It's a fascinating thought, one that could make you wonder where and why and how they acquired the conclusions that they have. Their conviction that cities are malevolent locations, rife with the horrors of the modern world. How did they get there? I would think that maybe I might have the same convictions, the same feelings about cities... I've lived in dirty, I've lived in poor, I've lived in dangerous, and I've lived in none of the above, or all at the same time. There was nothing to deter me from a city, especially not this one. With its promise of mystery and the unknown of the world of supernatural creatures, how could I not be curious? When I had hinted that I wanted to move to the city that housed two of my brothers, the elder of the two made no hesitations while voicing his disapproval of my idea. The typical answers of danger were not the ones to fall from his lips â€" he lied and said he wasn't worried about protecting me anymore. Instead, he was worried about what being in a city of creatures like himself or even myself would do to me. Who it would make me. And to that? I had laughed, and said that I knew who I was and the world couldn't tell me any different.

Those words had led me from my apartment to explore the city by myself, without the shadows of Finely Dorian or Davante Dorian lurking behind me with wicked intent upon anyone who paid me any attention. It was overbearing to say the least, even though I had always relished their attention. But here? I was desperate to make my own reputation, lead my own life, and ... and accept whatever it might be that was thrown my way. At first, Davante had pretended like he wanted to respect that, but it became clear when he made jokes about simply buying my entire building that I realized he hadn't been quite honest with me. Little did I know, it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with his own issues and the messes he had made. While he would never have asked, I would have been generous with my help and support, but the fucker would never ask me for it. So instead of worrying about his whereabouts, I took to the streets of the city that happened to be my new home.

Without a coat.

Perhaps that was my main problem, y'know... not thinking things through all the time. But the scarf I had donned last minute was a little more warmth against the cold wind, and so instead of exploring further I ducked into the first shop that looked like it might have a warm drink behind it's coffee bar. Shivering, but still incredibly pleasant and happy that I had had time to look around and find a place like this, I sidled up to the line that had formed in front of the barista, until it was my turn to order a Chai Tea but with no prior misconception that it would be as good as imported tea.

"Thank you!" I had chirped, finding a nice place beside the window to curl up and watch the streets filled with busy people bustle by.



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