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
City Creek Center
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
Dark Hunter Department
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
Inner Sanctum
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
Barista Alexis Wilde
Red on the Water
Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Marcello
Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue
Starlight Tower
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
What You'll Find Here
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Posted on December 15, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
 It was a continued notion, it would seem, that ever other Were within this town seemed to enjoy making the tired and age-old jokes about his animal form, the man so frequently asked if he lived in stable, wanted hay with that, or why the long face? That he has very near become immune to this sort of low key humour. Crow's attempt at much the same metaphorical dig at him earning the women seemingly no reaction at all, the man's lip quirking upward slightly in what may well have been some attempt to show an interest in her stable joke and yet aside from this he simply chooses to ignore it entirely. Why people seemed to believe he stood around in a small box with a number of other horses he hardly knew. In fact the very notion of a small box was...displeasing to him, a need for space forever seeming to have plagued his desires since childhood. His comment on her hair is little more then an effort to abandon any further talk of stables, the woman having taken a rather dramatic change in styles and yet, he supposed, the look was almost becoming upon her, adding an edge of sorts that suited what he knew of her personality. Her mention of the scar saw his attention shift, if only slightly, violet eyes shifting beneath his own forelock to find the mark she spoke off, his own shoulders rolling in a shrug. "Scars are only proof of what you survived." It was little more then a murmur and yet the words were true enough, scars little more then the proof of something overcome although how she had achieved such a mark was of intrigue, a question perhaps better saved for later at her mention of friends- or lack thereof. He had already suspected she was alone, a wolf whom ran with pack hardly ever given to present in the condition in which he had found her and yet some part of himself seems almost amused by this admission. "Well I can assure you I have no desire to discuss your scars with your friends- your secret is safe." The lithe young man moves to easily recline within his favoured chair, waiting for the woman to make herself comfortable on the lounge beside it before that barely visible violet gaze returns with expectation to the wolf girl, waiting for her to offer the information he has tasked her with retrieving, frowning slightly at the notebook she pulled from within the backpack she had tossed upon his floor. He offered explanation as to the small, non-descript book offers the snowy-haired young man a brief moment of surprise, the boy willing to admit that he had, perhaps, underestimated how skilful the women might truly be in this particular art or sourcing details. A talent both respectable and yet potentially dangerous depending on how observant the girl was, the man hardly willing to discount her ability to have notes about himself stored somewhere hidden from his gaze. For now however, it is the drawings and small notes that seem to hold his attention as she explains her reasons for having only small notations. "Clever." It is perhaps as close to praise as he has ever truly offered another individual, one hand reaching out to catch the book tossed towards him as the girl so professed her tiredness, leaning back against the couch as if to further display her exhaustion before seeing fit to demand food and a place to sleep. For a few moments Frost remains content enough to ignore her, leaving her to lay collapsed upon the couch as he moved to flick through the pages before him. His own research, while not nearly so detailed readily confirmed much of what Crow had found, with perhaps a few extras to be added here or there, gaze resting upon the drawing of a woman and a wolf- features pulled into a small frown of sorts. He knew that women. The girl from the party. The girl he had thrown into a wall for her...disobedience. How very...intriguing. "How many are in this pack has proven to be difficult to decipher, they seem to allow other Were's to live in their territory without demanding allegiance to them. I do have a name for the Alpha however and to my understanding, unusually, this pack has two Seconds. One I have met, the other I have almost no knowledge on though I understand it to be another man, one, I am told, that almost never leaves the Alpha's side- do you know anything on this? I also suspect this is a pack made entirely, or almost so, of felines- and females." He paused briefly, nodding at the woman's desire to throw herself into this Ark, his own attention equally as captured by the thought of easy money, closing the notebook though making no offer to return it to her. "The woman you met- this one you feel is high ranking, else close to the Alpha, was she a cat or a wolf?" His voice remains neutral, those ever cool lyrics running smoothly from his lips, gaze lifting briefly to her own, waiting for an answer before moving to stand abruptly at her second demand for food- the woman, he has decided, evidently pleasing enough to be rewarded for her efforts, gesturing loosely for Crow to follow. "You can have this notebook back tomorrow morning- since you're staying the night." He moved to easily lead the way from the lounge room and back down the hall, heading to the kitchen situated at the end, assuring the woman followed, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table in an evident indication for her to seat before reaching for the refrigerator. He has never truly bothered to feed a wolf before, much of the foods he finds acceptable undoubtable outside the girls understanding of palatability and yet he is hardly willing to put much effort into such a thing, willing only to offer her what he himself is unlikely to consume, pulling out the whole roasted chicken. "I have a rather overzealous next door neighbour whom seems to be attempting to run a small farm, she continues to bring me these and I rarely eat meat. In your condition anything richer is only going to make you sick anyway and I am not cleaning up after you." The equine simply moves to push the chicken towards her, reaching overly to merely pluck a roasted carrot from amongst the vegetables nestled beside it. "Don't fucking say anything." The jokes, he is sure, are probably already stirring within her mind, cool, sharp words a warning to leave them there as he moves to lean back against the table, a knife and for tossed haphazardly in her direction. "Up the stairs and second door on the right is a spare bedroom- I'll take you up in a moment, you can sleep there unless you wish to negotiate a spot on the floor, the bathroom is the next door, use the shower, the next room over is mine though unless you require immediate assistance you have no need to be in there." One hand reached for yet another of the roasted vegetables atop the plate, violet eyes remaining upon the woman still. "So this- Ark. What sort of money are we talking for winning in that arena?" |