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

the quiver rattles against his side


Posted on October 26, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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Of all the things he had anticipated from the Hunter, a hand upon the side of his neck had not been one of them. He had watched Alexander, the man seeming lost in contemplation for several moments before deciding to approach the reportedly temperamental creature, his violet gaze never wavering from his eternal confident form. Alexander's almost brash confidence however was perhaps appreciated in that moment. A jittery, nervous being, after all- was an agitation, prone to sudden movements that his equine form found disagreeable. His human intelligence remains, to be sure and yet just as any other Were, Frost remains entirely susceptible to his own more animalistic instincts. He is, after all, an animal and within his equine form there is a shifting of rules, a favouritism towards instinct over thought in some cases- the dynamics between the pair shifting decidedly as each iron-hard muscle within the stallion seems to pull taut at the Hunter's approach. He is used to them, had spent his childhood surrounded by them and as such he hardly displays any fear of the man in that regard. There is little, truly, to fear about them- more so he is simply wary, watchful and yet offers no outward hostility at his mere approach. Frost had, in his younger years, suffered more than his fair share of exposure to such beings, he has been petted before, taught to move around the smaller men and women without crushing them or colliding with them. Early lessons, basic lessons, that he had allowed to be impressed upon him. After all, it was only the matter of riding, truly, that he had so seemed to object to. His record in that regard a thing of legend and one the stallion is, to an extent, quietly proud of. It was so very amusing, after all, to watch all manner of overly-confident men collide with the earth after he has rendered them airborne for their efforts. Why he seems to near offer such a thing to Alexander remains to be seen. Perhaps he has simply resigned himself to the fact it may well be a necessary evil, perhaps he simply does seek to restore their status quo- after all, unseating the likes of Alexander would be more than a mere feather in his cap- his true intentions perhaps unclear and as such Alexander is perhaps more than simply intelligent to offer a somewhat cautious approach.

The hand that rests upon his neck is gentle, yet firm, one violet eye rolling briefly backwards to regard the Hunter with something almost akin to...surprise at this gesture, though the taut muscles that rest beneath that almost silken white fur and wiry mane are quick to release when it becomes evident that Alexander simply seems determined to pet him. For now at least, Frost remains unaware that the Hunter himself simply responds to his own instincts, seeking to quell the restlessness the stallion remains unaware he so clearly displays. His muscle eases at this touch upon his neck and shoulder, almost leaning into the Hunter's hand in an effort to further encourage the man's efforts in these two favoured of places. His neck and shoulder, after all, are difficult places to scratch within this form and Alexander's efforts are not underappreciated. His side, back and flank offer nearly no reaction to his touch, Frost content to shift his weight onto three legs, the equivalent to an equine slouch. He remains aware of the hunter and yet for now at least the equine has lost interest in the man's exploration, even allowing his limbs to be touched- though moving his injured one aside. The wound is nearly healed, the lines of Tetradore's claws no more than faint pick scars awaiting the regrowth of his fur and yet Frost refuses to permit any rise of pity in Alexander, or any desire the man may have to examine it. It is not the first wound he has ever received and it will not be the last- it is inconsequential and better ignored, the stallion content once more as Alexander moves past it. Indeed, it is not until the Hunter reaches his head that Frost is inclined to offer any sense of true irritation.

He allows the blonde man to touch his nose and muzzle and yet any effort the Hunter might make to progress any further upon his face is abruptly ended, the stallions head jerked upward and entirely out of the rather little man's reach. Even within his human form he had refused to allow Alexis to place her hands near his face and the eyes he keeps covered, Alexander offered the same rebuttal. He dislikes hands near his eyes, lowering his head only when he is assured the man will not try again. He is a curious one, this Hunter, he is....different to many of the others, a valuable asset in some regards at least, the full extent of his use to be considered later. The equine's attention focused more fully upon the man now as he makes some attempt to wander to the heavy stallion's right side. He feels each muscle tighten within himself again, neck arching now in a manner akin to viper before it strikes, the stallion momentarily representing a coiled spring as any previous placidity seems to melt rapidly away. That he is more than uncomfortable with Alexander's presence on his right is evidently clear, the entire side seeming entirely out of bounds to the man, any touch the Hunter managing to achieve met with a sudden flinch of surprise that sees the animal sidestep as ears plaster back against his skull.

It is a bizarre reaction to be sure, what had been previously allowed and tolerated- even enjoyed on his left side is utterly refused on his right to the extent the animal is very near unwilling to be even touched- the subtle difficulties of the horse perhaps being made clear now. It is with an agitated shake of his head that Frost simply turns himself, placing Alexander back on his left, violet gaze finding him again beneath that tangle of white forelock. The reason behind his response is perhaps, not nearly so puzzling as it would appear though a truly well-guarded secret in itself. He simply cannot see the Hunter on his right side- the stallion entirely blind within his right eye. Anything upon his right side thusly entirely invisible, his trust of this man not nearly powerful enough to allow him to wander about on his blind side- as of yet, the slightly pale, almost milky hue to his right optic giving away such information and yet, even within his human form his eyes are concealed for that very reason. He remembers the accident that took his vision, even to this day, refusing as well to allow anyone's hands near his face- in either form. It is a handicap of sorts- yet one the remains very well guarded. Most animals, after all- are very good at hiding their flaws, his gaze returned to focus on Alexander now, far more content with the man in his sights.

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