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

ice, ice baby


Posted on January 14, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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It was an uncomfortable pressure, a feeling of discontent that seem to stir the man into wakefulness before a muttered curse merely saw him roll over again in some attempt to return to sleep. An increase of the feeling however, finally saw those violet eyes forced open. It had been....more then a year since he had been subject to that feeling, not since the loss of his original pack had he been afflicted with this sense of urgent disdain that seemed to leave a static of sorts rolling across his body. Another curse readily leaves his lips as he rolls easily from the comfort of his bed, white hair tousled in every direction as he moves to snatch his shirt and boots from the dresser and floor- striding deliberately from his own room and down the hall- pausing outside Claire's door. He already knew she wasn't there, that same...bond of sorts that binds every Alpha to his pack and every pack member to him in turn assuring him the girl was not within the house at all, in fact she was...more distant then he had first believed- her distress a palpable thing. He desires to have pack once more, is driven by instincts almost animalistic in their desire to seek out the company of his own kind- to command them as he was born to do and yet there on-going care is merely a...regrettable addition to such a position.

The walk to the East side does not take entirely long, his pace more of a jog that brings him readily into the city, the oppressive cement walls and towering brick buildings irritating the confines of his mind and yet as always the equine ignores it, features emotionless as always, refusing to acknowledge any but the one he is seeking. Why had Claire come this far into the city? Had she no sense of direction at all? It is the men he sees first, or more so- scents first, his own senses more highly attuned then the vast majority or predators, those with ill will so readily perceived amongst the crowd and yet for the moment he merely chooses to do nothing, strolling behind the group before pausing within the shadows of the alleyway. He is not a particularly kind creature, he never truly has been, the emotional or physical harm of others meaning so little to the man that it would truly appear as if he does not care- almost. The investment of his pack however, outweighs his own lack of pity, driven by instincts even he cannot master to protect what is his. Claire is of value to him, his possession and he will not let any harm come to her today- yet that does not mean he is prepared to act so suddenly. No. He has been curious for some days as to the nature of her power, those cool eyes resting upon her now, merely prepared to see if true fear can coax her 'pain' from her.

Cruel, perhaps, to merely watch her struggle against them and yet his own power has already been summoned, dancing so silently upon frosted fingers to caress the men whom threaten her, providing a safety net of sorts should her own powers fail. Reality is harsh, life is harsh- and so too should be the lessons within it. A little fear will hardly kill her, he is there and should she merely pause for even a moment the bond they share will alert her to the fact that he is near. The sudden shrieking of the men readily sees the apathetic man's features form a frown of sorts, one borne entirely of the curiosity he feels in this moment- her power having reduced them to snivelling children and yet....it seemed to affect her just as much. He had been right to value her- such a precious little thing, this Fox. She merely needed a little tweaking- a blade to be sharpened. The approach of what appears to be two magicians sees the snowy- haired man merely blend further with the shadows about him, watching as the men moved to hurry away, free now of Claire's gaze, the ever observant horse having noticed her concentration so readily fixated upon them. The warlock moved to pursue them, Frost merely seeking to exact a moment of his own punishment- forcing that frosted air and chill directly into the brain of the closet individual- the man collapsing to the ground in a fit of seizures Frost hardly cares to relive him off- merely stepping over him now to head down the alleyway and towards the women.

The light trick of the witch is ignored for now, violet gaze peering beneath lashings of white hair to focus upon the vixen whom struggles to maintain her consciousness now- almost as if her power feed from her very life force itself. His very curious. She would surely feel his approach now, her line of sight upon the men having been broken, perhaps the reason why she now struggles to grasp a wakeful state as his own powers shift once more, enveloping Claire in the warmth and heat the winter air denies, warming her easily now in some effort to relive the pressure upon her body.

"Do not faint- Claire."

Whether he can truly order this of her he hardly knows and yet the girl is obedient to a fault, merely seeking to add this command to whatever resolve to fight against the oncoming darkness she may have as his form moves to lean so easily against the wall of the alleyway and to the side of the witch and the vixen kneeling before her- attention resting loosely upon the witch, observing her silently before a passing snort seems to sum up his deduction of the woman, continuing to allow his warmth to engulf his Beta.

"Can you stand Claire, or do you require this woman's healing?"



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