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

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Barista Alexis Wilde

Red on the Water

Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Marcello

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

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Posted on June 11, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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Women were decidedly- fickle creatures. Amusing though, truly, his mind forever content to enjoy the intricate workings of their own delicate and flammable temperaments and yet more so he has become intrigued with how very different the women here are to those he had grown up around. His culture was unique perhaps- the man having long since become aware that his childhood and upbringing had not been in any sense traditional by any regard and yet it merely sought to provide him with an entirely unique outlook upon the world. The more women he had come to engage himself with in this city the more he had found them to be....less subservient then those he is used to. There is a fire in many of them, a refusal to yield that he finds both alluring and yet challenging all at once. He desires the stronger ones, picks them so neatly apart from the weaker amongst those of his own kind- because strength in any form is appealing and yet a part of him desires to tame such wretchedly difficult natures al the same. To make them bow- simply because he can. For he thrives on such challenges. Claire had so far proven to be the most useful of his conquests, a quite creature her nature was easily read, her loyalty affirmed and her usefulness undeniable- her strength simply needed a little coaxing. Alexis was proving to have a little more...spine then he had anticipated and yet he had come to enjoy his little meetings with the fox- while seeing how entirely far she could be pushed- he would have her eventually though, of that he was sure. As for Calliel, well, she was an enigma all her own, spirited, intelligent and yet he suspected willing enough to follow without a lesson in obedience truly being needed. His collection however, remained wholly incomplete.

He had been content enough to observe the woman across the street for several moments, his own form reclined rather laconically across a bench, his phone within his hands, half expecting it to ring once more as it had seven times already. He hardly regretted allowing Claire a mobile phone, more so he regretted teaching her how to use it, her attempts to educate herself in his language, while....flattering had resulted only in her calling every few minutes to ask for the pronunciation of yet another word. Perhaps she had finally run out of credit. The woman that had so ensnared his attention now however, had done so for no other reason than her scent. He could smell her amongst the others, his ability to pick out predators unrivalled and yet so many years of training in certain methods of control simply assured the only reaction he allowed was the lift of a single, barely visible violet eye beneath those thick, strangely white locks that forever hung across his eyes to conceal them from view. She was an intriguing creature to watch, slender, graceful and evidently bereft of an ability to pilfer what wasn't hers. Perhaps she simply believed no one was watching, perhaps she had failed to notice him sprawled across the bench, it hardly mattered. If she desired to thieve he had no particular care to stop her. Indeed the young man's own temperament is rarely given to reside above...apathetic. The approach of a second woman, another betraying the scent of their kind, saw his attention fixated once more. This one was a little less...passive, her words outspoken and yet managing to earn the barest quirk of his lip all the same, no more than a ghost of a smile that passes as swiftly as it had appeared.

He rises easily enough, the gesture lazy to an extent, the young man in no particular hurry today as his phone is returned to his pocket- his hands falling moments after as he moves to stroll across the street. His posture remains calm, loose and yet there is a confidence to each move, a palpable assurance that bleeds just enough of an edge to indicate to any whom should care to be observant enough that he is no mere pack Were. Alpha's after all, have a manner of carrying themselves- Frost no less than any other as the snowy-haired young man moved to approach the points of his interest. They were pretty things, the both of them- though in vastly different manners. One was predator the other smelt....familiar and yet her blood was tainted with something more, a specific scent that lingered just outside his reach for now- such observations occurring with effortless grace as he merely moves to lean against the side of the building a short distance from the pair.

"Hmm, I believe he was sufficient- though perhaps not in all regards- older men rarely are, or so I hear."

One eye merely lifts from somewhere beneath that wild forelock of snowy hair, arms folded effortlessly across his chest all the same, meeting the gaze of what he is distinctly sure is a cat of some form as those smooth, cool lyrics part so effortlessly from his lips, each word so carefully placed and layered with far more meaning then they would outwardly seem. Oh yes, he had seen her 'earnings' for the night and yet that he has no intention of sharing such information is surely clear enough as that strange coloured gaze moves away to rest briefly on the other woman.

"Now where would you two be trying to go, hmm? Take it from me, most of the vampire bars are closing right about now, which means rather a few Hunters are heading home as well and dear Azrael is such a petulant creature before his morning coffee. If you have homes to go to- you should probably go to them."

That he is familiar with this side of town, let alone the Hunter whom frequents it is surely clear enough, shoulders rolling in a shrug of sorts all the same, if they desired to linger then so be it- his 'good' deed for the day is surely done though it would truly be unfortunate to lose such creatures to a Hunter bullet. Then again, foolish creatures were not worth his time, the man interested in only those of true value.

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