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

some say the world will end in fire


Posted on December 14, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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For a dead man Dareios was far livelier in his movements then the snowy-haired man had truly anticipated, the vampire seeming to keep himself to a fairly strict schedule of work, exercise and home beneath the cover of darkness and yet even that was far more than most vampires seemed to manage. This particular man, it would seem, either enjoyed keeping himself busy else seemed to be clinging to some fading part of his humanity in some effort to remain in denial about the fact he was dead by living a relatively human life- if only during the night. Perhaps he is incorrect in his thoughts and yet they amuse the man all the same to consider them, Frost having taken to...observing Dareios of late. It was hardly a task he committed himself too, more so, every now and then he simply amused himself with lingering about the street he knew the vampire to live within, attempting to understand the man's habits. Even despite his own youth in comparison to the vampire the equine had come to perceive the value in understanding those whom he desired to have any....understanding with and some knowledge of Dareios habits had become essential in knowing where to find the man. After all, Hunters and vampires so often held such a thing in common. Habit. Perhaps great age brought with it an even greater ability to fall into senseless patterns. It hardly mattered. Once he had come to understand what Dareios did during the night he had all but lost interest in him entirely- until this evening and an actual need to converse with his one-time companion presented itself- the vampire having broken with tradition it would seem by tramping across town and towards a bar of some sort. The vampires scent, after all, was easy enough to follow.

For some moments yet the WereHorse lingered outside the hole-in-the-wall bar, the lyrics of live music weaving into the night air around him and yet if the snowy-haired creature found himself moved by such things he failed to show it, ever-concealed features failing to shift from their usual look of apathy as he lent back against the wall of another building across the street. He held some desire to talk to the man and yet some part of him remained unwilling to subject himself to this particular brand of culture. Waiting for a vampire to head home however- was a task very likely to last all night and truly the man has other places to be and little time to waste on such a frivolous and foolish endeavour as that. It is with something of a displeased sigh that the young man manages to extricate himself from his position, hands folding into his pockets as he moves to wander towards the bar now, slipping in smoothly and out of the way of bouncer by the door, hardly willing to be asked for an ID he did not have.

The bar was warm, almost uncomfortably so, the stinging scent of alcohol and too many bodies an assault to his overly sensitive senses and yet for now he is willing enough to ignore them. They are meaningless to him all the same, not a single being within this bar worthy of his attention or time save the vampire man whose 'business' had become of interest to him of late. For a moment still he lingers, violet gaze watching the woman singing from beneath that vail of white hair, her lyrics not wholly displeasing, the break between her performances affording him the opportunity to seat himself beside the vampire now, one jean clad leg folding effortlessly over the other as he does.

"You surprised me tonight, Dareios. For weeks you keep to the same pattern and then tonight, out of the blue you decide you're in the mood for live music. It makes you far more difficult to find when you do the unexpected."

The words are offered with near no emotion, as if they are little more than passing considerations, failing to exude any true tone save for frosted disinterest though the simper that teases momentarily at his lips surely indicates something far more malevolent at play. That he is aware of the vampires movements are clear enough- though they are hardly offered as any type of threat, merely a display of the younger man's evidently....stalker-like tendencies. Something Nadya could surely attest too. Though why he offers an indication at all remains to be seen- his demeanour seeming to shift once more into something almost akin to....pleasant.

"For someone sitting in a bar you are remarkably well-dressed. The opera would have suited you better in that attire- else a business meeting."

The softest huff of amusement manages to pass his lips, little more than a hum within his chest, the man a truly....unusual creature by any sense of the word and yet the sharpness of his gaze remains fixated upon his companion all the same- even beneath that wild mop of hair. His words pointed and yet veiled so smoothly beneath a shroud of politeness, speaking as if he has truly known the man for years.

"How is business by the way?"


Frostbite
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