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

some legends are told some turn to dust or to gold


Posted on January 21, 2015 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
East

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word


The Dark Hunter could tell that the young woman with her face pressed up against his windows, her breath fogging the once perfectly cleaned glass, was hardly attentive to the world that revolved around her in the same fashion that it too ignored her. Alexander certainly hadn't meant to startle her but, quite frankly, he saw little other ways to announce his presence that wasn't frightening in some other fashion. Sometimes, his sheer existence was enough to put others on edge - a discovery he had made recently enough. He watched her pivot, shoving her hands in her pockets as she stumbled over her words and yet the man made no effort to interrupt her. Instead, his blue-green gaze remained steadfast upon her, remaining silent whilst she thought over her response. Her voice, when she did decide to speak, was no more then a fleeting whisper upon the window, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he continued to regard her. Alexander watched her eyes flutter close, almost as if the simple action would cause him to disappear and yet, despite this, he remained exactly where he was, hardly moving except for the steady rise and fall of his chest.

He waited as her gaze flickered open once again, clearly having regained some sense of confidence in those few moments that had slipped silently by them. She repeated the word as before, continuing with a rather blunt statement - one that he seemed to be getting quite often of late. "I am." He confirmed simply, making no effort to hide what he was, after all, she already knew exactly the sort of risk he could provide to her. Alexander watched her gaze shift from back towards the inside of his store, clearly eying his pastries with want. The awe within her voice drew his own blue-green eyes towards the display cases and the pastry in question. "Would you like me to show you?" He inquired, his gaze shifting back towards her. Even though the pastries that line his cases were hardly made by his hand, Alexander knew well of their crafting. He had little time, much less the personnel to make his own delicious pastries though his coffee surely deserved the same level of delectable companions. Alexander motioned towards the front of the cafe, shoving his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the door. "Come on." He called over his shoulder, not actually bothering to look back towards the girl. It was her choice if she decided to come - trust was not something that could be forced, coerced or convinced. The next step was hers to take.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

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