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
you will remember me for centuries
Posted on February 14, 2015 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
i used to rule the world
seas would rise when i gave the word
Make no mistake, Alexander had taken his own share of lives. Perhaps far more then even those that now actively hunted. He had lived far longer then them - he had hunted far longer then them and, quite frankly, he was damn good at it. Over time, however, the urge for the hunt had waned, the adrenaline had somehow dissipated and Alexander had decided to retire. It had been some time since he had picked up his blade, some time since he had spilled the blood of other supernaturals but his hands were still coated red, even so. His blue-green eyes remained steadfast upon the young woman, simply waiting and watching rather then actually forcing her into anything. Part of her reminded him of the were-fox he'd met several weeks again deep within the night of a stormy evening. She had been just as timid, just as skittish and just as willing to try if his patience remained unwavering. He pushed Alexis out of his mind at the female's inquiry, clearly uncertain about the proposition he had offered her. He presented the woman with a small nod, confirming his offer still stood before turning and heading towards the door.
In truth, Alexander cared particularly little for her attire. He knew the blood that covered her clothes would certainly receive some eyebrow raising form his patrons but he doubted that she would affect his business in any way that was largely negative. He hardly glanced back to see if she was following until he'd made his way towards the counter, his gaze effortlessly finding the female still at his heels, her gaze shifting downwards as if the presence of the mortals that surrounded her might somehow be more dangerous to her well-being then himself. It wasn't entirely out of the question he supposed, perhaps the girl was the victim of one of those anti-supernatural groups - the kind that preyed upon all otherworldly creatures, hunters and weres alike. Alexander watched as the girl paused at the display cases, her eyes widening to inspect the meticulously crafted pastries. He remained silent and still, letting the female gaze wontedly at the baked goods before ushering her onwards, "Come." He uttered, making his way back deeper into the cafe where the small kitchen lay.
"Have you ever baked before?" He inquired over his shoulder as he stepped up to the center countertop of the kitchen. He dug out a bowl from underneath the countertops, placing it on top of the granite before pulling out the ingredients necessary to make the pastry she had inquired about earlier. "Here, pour this into there." He instructed, handing the woman a bowl of flour. "Just a cup." If she wanted to learn how to make the goods that decorated his cases, he was willing to tell her, to observe her actions but she had to want it - she had to be the one to do it.
Alexander Macedonia
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own