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

come away to the water


Posted on August 08, 2015 by ASKAREE
East

Askaree Bint Bahar


She is every bit the predator in human form that would have been suggested by the leviathan of her ophidian alter ego; she does not flounce head-on into the swirling mass of pathetically over-excited men and women gathered about the stage's edge. Merely does she look on, ever-vigilant and observant, waiting for the proper moment during which she might choose to strike in whatever way was most advantageous. She is collected even in this state of advanced inebriation that is fueled only further still by the tumbler of scotch newly-acquired and sparkling within her grasp. It was, she was pleased to find, quite worth the inevitable hangover it would undoubtedly help to craft for her in the dreadfully early hours of the coming morrow. She had become an artisan of such things and so, at least for the moment, little did she care.

It was enough to elicit humor rather than agitation as the gaggle of squawking, stumbling women evaporated from the bar they had been clinging to... revealing the rather lithe figure of a young man who, she assumed through his curtain of blonde hair, was actively perusing her. Was that boy band, Justin Bieber hair-style truly still popular amongst the pubescent female populace? The consideration itself was nearly nauseating, the acidic bite of phantom bile burning at the soft tissue at the back of Askaree's throat as she made what was surely a valiant effort to ignore the presence of the young man and his Bieber hair-curtain. Hard was it, though, as he carried with him the very same telling aroma that all Were-creatures inherently bore. Though rather than recognizing him for the Alpha that he may or may not have rightly been, Askaree instinctually categorized him for what, axiomatically, she knew him to be: prey. Her species lead a relatively solitary existance, rarely ever recognizing a true "Alpha" amongst their masses; size was always the telling factor for one's status, not breeding or pheromones or gender. People, be they Were or otherwise, were always categorized within her mind as either fellow predator or prey. And, given the gamy tenderness of his particular perfume, this young man was certainly the latter.

Even so, his approach fails to stimulate surprise within her, for was it really possible for a man to resist this basic whim to pester the living hell out of any lone female in his vacinity? Unlikely, she muses to herself. His comment, though, earns him the weight of her darker eyes and the quirking of a single expertly-manicured brow. Leisurely does she bring the tumbler to her lips to partake of the scotch's slow, searing burn before allowing the syllables to curl about her sharpened tongue. "Why? Are you about to do a trick?" Her tone echoes the chill of his own, the exotic lilt to her words only further enhanced by the subtle slur of inebriation which accents them. Content enough to allow silence to fall betwixt them, the Egyptian damsel returns to nursing her drink before this stranger yet again seeks to inject himsef into the remaining festivities of her evening. Her eyes flitter to the dancer he indicates, finding that his eyes do, indeed, linger in a most unusual way upon her reclined figure. With precision does she turn her eyes back to the blonde at her side. "I'll get rid of him if you get rid of that sweet little thing from earlier. Then I'll be rid of all three of you... how efficient."



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