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

hold on to this lullaby, even when the music's gone;


Posted on January 15, 2015 by Claire Grace
East
Hold on to this lullaby; even when the music's gone

All she could feel was her heart beat thumping against her ribcage. It filled her ears and the fear held in her body was unparalleled. She knew what happened when she used her power. It happened each time, without fail. Someone always died and she was left in a coma-like state for hours afterwards. Her body is almost buzzing with the thrum of her gift; it felt like electrical currents were rushing from somewhere deep inside her straight to her brain. She doesn't blink, merely watches them and the way the one man drops his hand from her arm. She knows that she should move, even so far as to inch her body around them, they had dropped to their knees in the dirt.

There is a bright light, it seems to illuminate the ground near her and then a rumbling as the shadow darts away and she thinks that whoever it was had left her. It is enough to break her eye contact and the buzzing in her head stops and her legs are weak, she slips to her knees then, fisting a hand in the snow as the men raced off. This is good, she thinks, good that they are gone. This way, she could slip into unconsciousness and maybe they wouldn't be back. She certainly hoped they wouldn't be back. It is only then that she notices that it actually is pretty cold out; while she'd been walking she hadn't noticed it but now that she was standing still it seemed to press in closer.

She was down on her knees, her head bowed when she felt that ever so light touch upon her back. Her body tensed for only a few brief moments before she latched on to that bubble of warmth. She recognized it as a form of healing, similar to that of the other vixen. She gives a short laugh at the woman's words, "I am not in pain. Iâ€"am the pain." It is then that she feels him, at first it is only the distinct magic of his gift. She could also see the encroaching darkness; it danced spots in front of her eyes, taunting her with what was to come. "Calm down," she mutters, it is spoken to herself trying to distract her body and it is mumbled over and over again as the warmth of his magic engulfs her and she is able to begin to slow her heartbeat again.

His command is like a bell in her head, it chimed and it was so ridiculous that she could only lift her head and stare at him from beneath her hair, "what? You can't justâ€"" the darkness pressed closer but her will to stay awake seemed to push it at bay. "I don't think I can keep it...away," she says again, seeming distracted as she staggers to her feet. She thinks the warmth from his gift is tricking her body into staying upright, that moment of consciousness is held on by a thin tendril. Her upward momentum has her stumbling forward and putting a hand out to the nearest object before turning her attention to the woman, "Thank you." She says, it is quiet, shy almost in its cadence.

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