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 23, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 He has never been a truly friendly creature, not really, that cold exterior that shields so much of himself and only aids understanding to his moniker seeming to seattle upon his lithe form with ease this evening as his gaze peers out from beneath that ever tousled, wild white hair that shields those violet eyes from any obvious note or inspection. He is not indifferent to Claire, indeed he will not allow any harm to come to her and yet in the presence of the spell-casting woman he remains- cold. The business of witches is not his own, particularly one whom bares the scent, faint and faded though it is, one particular Hunter whom had sought to make his own existence far more difficult then it need have been. Perhaps it is a gift of the nature of his own species, of those declared 'prey' in the eyes of those foolish enough to believe it and yet his sense of smell is beyond the norm, capable of picking apart the delicate interplay or perfumes that exist within the air around him, assuring him of this unique scent and yet his features remain devoid of any interest, merely continuing to allow his gaze to rest upon his Beta as the faintest of smiles graces his frosted exterior. The command was designed to be entirely as ridiculous as it had sounded, the words so very unique perhaps that it seemed to shock the girls mind into actual thought and further delayed the onset of the blackness that seemed to spike at her vision as his warmth encircled her further in an embrace of sorts his own arms hardly care to perform, heating her gently as the cold was kept so effortlessly at bay as she staggered to her feet. It is only now that he moves, slightly, as if preparing himself to capture the girl should she fall and stumble like the foal she resembled. Even so, he is assured his own days as such a gangly foal had not been nearly so shaky, the thought tossed aside in much the same manner as Claire moved to reach for the other woman to steady herself, Frost content to merely watch over her now though he hardly believes the witch girl to be an actual threat to his Beta. It is merely within his nature to watch over what is his. Whether Claire could manage to walk or not however, remained to be seen, the suggestion of the diner to 'warm up' resulting in the softest huff of amusement parting his lips, yet he offers no explanation for such things, merely gesturing for the witch to lead the way as Claire leans upon her, following easily behind the two woman now before stepping ahead to open the door to the diner- one hand resting against it to continue to hold it open for the women, the softest murmur of words offered to the witch alone as she passes. "How's Azzy these days, hmm?" He allows the door to close easily behind them, withdrawing his own power now so as to prevent the vixen from over-heating in the warmth of the place, the lithe young man easily resting upon the nearest stool at the counter, waving away the waitress whom rushed towards him, sending her towards Claire and the other woman now as he reclined easily in his seat- determined to wait out this episode his companion seemed to be having. This display of her power however was...thought provoking, if nothing else, the vixen evidently far more powerful then she had let on, this pain inducing ability a rare talent indeed- one the equine is assured can b mastered if only with a little practice, the girl more valuable than he had anticipated and as such his interest in her well-ness is assured. "How is it, Claire, that you came to be walking around an alleyway at this time of night? It is dangerous for a woman to go alone in certain parts of this city- though I assume you have learned that now." He hardly wanted to have to rescue her a second time. His bed at been so warm and comfortable too. His words are cool, smooth as always, both a chastisement and yet a display of curiosity in what exactly she had been doing. |
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- hold on to this lullaby; even when the music is gone - By Claire Grace on January 31, 2015 at 2:20 PM