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

others say in ice


Posted on December 17, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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The almost playful manner in which the vampire greets him momentarily sees a twinge of...surprise adorn the equines features, having perhaps not anticipated any true attempt at friendliness from the man though indeed he hardly finds such a thing wholly displeasing, moving to shake the offered hand all the same. This mention of the money however sees his own lip quirk upward, if only slightly, regarding the vampire man once more before offering a loose shrug of sorts- leaning forward against the bar in a callous, lounging manner, evidently content in the mans company, else entirely unconcerned by the manner in which he proceeds to irritate his companion with the words that follow. It is a game he plays with near all he meets after all, apathetically spoken words tossed against them in some effort to see how easily he might make them snap and snort. Knowing the limits of patience of those he deals with, after all, has always served him well in the past. Though for now at least he seems content with Dareios' only mild irritation at his presence.

"Oh, it's coming."

His tone is surely sincere enough and yet surely by now the vampire has come to the understanding that the money in question is liable never to appear, one eye lifting ever so slightly as a chuckle of sorts hums within his chest at this good natured assurance- hollow though it is. The sudden appearance of the barkeep momentarily seems to distract the equine, though not near so much as the thoughts that seem to whisper and turn within Dareios mind. They are brief, fluttering things, difficult to seize upon and yet Frost has become more proficient since their last encounter, thoughts made by others have become only more accessible to him, especially those thoughts given to relate to himself- the vampire evidently content to consider the...nutritional value of his blood. It would hardly be the first time any vampire had surely proffered that thought, though most, to his own knowledge, disliked the taste of Were blood, else enjoyed only certain animals- Dareios thoughts seeming to support such a notion. Indeed there was no vampire yet whom had declared any great love for horse blood, though only one had ever tried, perhaps it was the simple allure of just how much blood his animal form was given to possess. Vampires always were...eccentric creatures. Frost making no effort to indicate he has heard any such mutterings from the mans mind, merely scowling slightly, just as the barkeep does- at this mention of age, before fortunately seeming to leave him be after assuring no other member of staff would make any move to serve him.

"Touché. Though I deserved that one I suppose. It will be my birthday on Christmas Eve, a few days from now, you can buy me a drink then."

The mention of business, at least, seems to bring the conversation back to a more pointed tone, the terse glare the vampire offered hardly missed before he moved to present a business card, Frost's own hand extending once more to take it. The card however, provided no information he did not already know, save for the man's phone number, tucking it within the inside of his jacket all the same. The mention of a vintage armoire earning little more than a soft snort from the snowy-haired man.

"No. Not today. Some of what I am looking for relates to antiques- surprisingly, some of it does not but I suppose we can start with the antiques- although what I am looking for cannot be....bought exactly."

His words are decidedly- unclear, though perhaps purposefully so. If Dareios wanted to play this game then so be it, if the man had any true interest in aged things then it would hardly be difficult enough to pique his interest in that regard. Even Alexander, with his thousands of years of age had taken interest in an object even he could not name. Young though he might be the man has little desire to waste time when it comes to one of the true reasons he had sought the vampire out tonight. One hand moves easily backwards to produce a piece of paper from his pocket it, moving to place it in front of the vampire now.

"Do you have anything that looks like this, else has anyone ever showed you, perhaps, anything that looks like this?"

Long fingers simply push the paper closer to the vampire, allowing him to examine the drawings detailed upon it. One displays an amulet, a decidedly intricate one, detailing the ornate depiction of a woman resting beside a rather large cat. The other drawing displays yet another amulet, this one depicting a carefully carved wolfs head in the traditional and yet decidedly aged Nordic style, each figure surrounded by lines of writing in a language long forgotten.

"The writing is norrÅ"nt mál, the language no longer exist but has fractioned into various different languages and dialects of the modern day- I can read it, however, if you cannot- I was taught as a child. I do not know your age but I can assume, I think, that this is well before your time."

Dareios, after all, did not particularly hold the look of a Viking-age warrior. The young man pausing only once more before reaching into the front of his shirt, pulling free the silver-coloured amulet that hung from the chain around his own neck. This one as ornately crafted as the others and no less aged in its display of an eight-legged horse carved within and surrounded by the Old Language just as the others. The amulet decidedly ancient.

"This is the brother to those in the picture, if it helps you. Do you have anything like this, or has anyone ever shown to you either of the others?"

The wolf medallion, he knew, existed within the possession of another man within the city- if he could even be called that and was highly unlikely to have ever been seen by the vampire. The feline amulet was another matter entirely, one in which he suspected he knew the location of and yet there was no harm to be had in searching Dareios' own knowledge, if only to eliminate further possibilities. Perhaps the vampire had merely heard mention of them before- even that a useful piece of information if it could be acquired, violet eyes lifting to rest on his companion now.



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