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

as he charges into the fry


Posted on December 09, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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It is a distinctly more difficult thing to lie within his animal form, that snowy white figure speaking volumes in comparison to his almost indifferent human guise and indeed the man is almost painfully aware of each delicate nuance of his own equine skin. What remains unusual however, is that Alexander seems almost equally aware of it. If history had lied about the Hunter in any way then they had not lied about his former glories in regards to his handling of the equine species, Frost finding himself decidedly more.....settled perhaps, then he had been with any other ill-fated Hunters. For now however, he saw no need to admit such a thing, leaving Alexander to continue to understand where was and was not tolerable for him to stand as he moves about. For all his animalistic instinct, Frost still remains entirely present within the beast, the man instinctivly wary of the other, having already come to the decision that if Alex was anything- a fool was not one of them and by that notion he is perhaps more intently aware of the other man, curious to be sure, the potential value of the hunter to him only seeming to increase with each passing moment and his assurance that Alexander was, mercifully, far from stupid. In fact, the golden haired man seemed to understand significantly more of his equine form then he had his human one. Such a thing is unsurprising in itself perhaps, Frost a significantly more guarded human then he is horse- others have simply failed to interpret his equine actions correctly. It was...pleasing to an extent, to at least discover this man had at least a shred of talent in that regard.

A single turning motion places the Hunter back upon the side Frost deems correct, unwilling, at this stage, to allow the man to linger in his blind side. He held no true belief the Hunter would make some foolish attempt to attack him, Frost more than assured that if such a misguided attempt should occur that he was capable of his own defence and yet he is willing to be cautious all the same, demanding the Hunter remain on the side he deems acceptable. Alexander wisely choosing to abide, it would seem, though whether the Hunter had fully understood the situation Frost hardly knew. No other Hunter had seemed to understand, else grasp the blindness he hid so well and perhaps it was for that reason alone he found them utterly intolerable. Daft creatures they could be. A hand upon his neck once more, in the place he vastly prefers, at least sees some sense of tranquillity return, the white war horse content to allow that hand alone to travel to his right side if only because he remains aware of where it is, one violet eye rolling backwards to focus on Alexander all the same. He is waiting, simply, for the Hunter to make a mistake, for the man to do anything that might provide him with an excuse to snap or strike at him. Frost a decidedly particular companion- it would seem. The sudden words however, distract even the equine from the matter at hand, both ears rotating backwards as the foreign mutterings fall effortlessly from the Hunters lips, his own large head turned curiously towards him- the blonde man seeming entirely....absorbed in his own actions. The words themselves however, hold little meaning to the stallion, of all the languages he remains capable of speaking- this, whatever it is, is not one of them.

It is with a surprising....effortlessness, that the Hunter actually manages to hoist himself upwards, Frost willing enough to allow the man to grasp at his mane if need be before throwing his leg over- the weight upon his spine surprisingly....light all the same. Alexander after all, was not a particularly big person in any sense of the word- his weight noticeable though hardly cumbersome. Even so, Frost sees fit to tense himself once more, each muscle coiled hard like a spring beneath him in that single delicate moment in which the equine seems to waver dangerously between whether or not he may well have changed his mind in regards to how entirely willing he might be to let the exercise continue. It is hardly the first time he has ever had a rider, it is, however, the first time he has allowed it- whatever training he had received by the Mounted Unit having ended at this very point as none had lasted long enough to educate him any further. For several long moments the stallion simply remains where he stands, powerful form shifting slightly as each iron hard muscle holds itself taut, limbs braced firmly upon the earth in some effort, it would seem to attempt to re-establish his own balance to accommodate for Alexander. Sitting, it would seem, may truly be as far as the pair were deemed to get today.

It is a subtle and almost missed sensation, a momentary brush against the stallions mind that briefly sees his vision...shift in a fashion, almost as if he sees himself in those few delicate seconds, entirely through the eyes of the Hunter. An irritable snort sees his own mind return, though slithers of words...of thought not entirely his own continue to dance against the inside of his mind. He knows what this is, has heard the others of his kind speak about it. After all, the Hunters ability to speak with their mounts was a key to their success and yet such developments generally took months- if not years. That the beginnings of this link had already begun in some fashion was...unusual. Though whether Alexander is aware of it or not he can hardly say, head tossed in an effort to clear it, the left side of his head turned briefly, momentarily eyeing the Hunter upon his back. He should not be able to find the man's mind so easily, so readily, nor is he willing to offer his own just yet- the stallion making every effort to pull hid mind firmly back to himself to prevent the Hunter being aware of it before a shift in Alexanders legs- whether he had meant it or not, sees the equine spurred into some sort of motion.

That the Hunter had, surely, simply shifted his weight by accident else simply adjusted himself in an effort to make himself more stable has simply not occurred to the stallion, the man's legs moving slightly backward against his sides simultaneously resulting in the white creatures ears lacing against his skull in irritation at this request (or what he believes is a request) before he rather abruptly steps backwards. Large, feathered hooves, stepping back and back again, carrying the both of them in reverse- it was what the Hunter had asked for after all. Frost evidently more 'sensitive' then most in that regard, the stallion halted only when his hocks collide with the railing of the arena, head turned once more to eye the man with a surprisingly dubious look for a horse. He had, begrudgingly, done entirely what he perceived the man to be asking- only to be run into a fence.

They have, it would seem, a terrifically long way to go.



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