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

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Posted on January 05, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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Alexander's sudden exclamation at the stallion's backward motion momentarily sees the white creature hesitate, ears swivelling backwards in an instinctive response to the sound of the Hunter's voice as what remained of his human ability to synthesise speech into logical words attempts to process entirely what he means. These English words, he finds, are far less agreeable then whatever language the man had been speaking in earlier. Frost however, held no desire to inform him of that, unwilling to admit that the ancient words were far more soothing then the barking English he had taken up and yet the meaning is understood all the same- if only too late as he collides with the fence before allowing those heavily feathered pale hooves to halt. The soft sigh the Hunter offers is met with a snort of the stallions own, the murmured words he speaks seeing the horses head turn towards him now, eyeing him beneath that thickened white forelock of hair as his tail lashes against his flanks in mild irritation. A constant mood for the stallion it would seem, his nature irritable and belligerent at the best of times, the Hunter's words seeming to stir that flow of power once more despite Frost's desire to refrain from it.

No one else ever got this far.

It is a thought more than a sentence, one the stallions remains unaware he has broadcasted so entirely clearly to the Hunter in response the man's words about his lack of education. Perhaps by Alexander's standards he was the very equivalent to an unbroken colt and yet that had hardly been concealed information. Indeed, he knew how to be a horse, better then he knew how to do anything else- how to be a ridden horse was an entirely different matter and yet for the necessities of what he desires to achieve it is a....necessary evil, at least for now. Alexander at least capable of maintaining his seat unlike half the others. The 'beginning' is a veritable unknown to the stallion, his own training in this regard had ended well before any Hunter had found a position upon his back, the mounted unit having given up entirely after Xerxes had been rendered airborne some months ago and the vast majority had refused to make any further effort. The sensation of heels against his side, inoffensive though it is, is an entirely new gesture, the simultaneous command and clicking sound rendering the war horse momentarily immobile in some effort to perceive entirely what the man wanted- and whether or not he feels entirely inclined to perform it.

The sudden seizure of muscles along the equines neck and spine is surely an indication of what is about to occur, offering the Hunter barely a moment to thread his hands back through that endlessly thick white mane before the stallion launches forward- and upward. For such a sizeable animal the height he manages to achieve is nothing short of remarkable, all four limbs lifted from the earth in a buck, forelegs colliding with the sand only to launch the horse forward and upward a second time in what is a somewhat mild effort to see how well seated Alexander truly was. It is hardly the nastiest bucking he is capable off, more so it is a simple....test of sorts, lesser rides easily unseated at this stage, his motion never faltering as he lands once more to simply proceed in a rather pleasant trot- as if the previous display of bad manners had never occurred. 'Forward' it would seem, he understands- mostly.

It takes only several strides before the horse seems to settle entirely, each stride becoming long and smooth, a remarkably comfortable pace with a movement oddly...flamboyant, for such an animal- offering perhaps the smallest indication that some quality existed within him and that he was surely far more capable then he often allowed others to perceive. Belligerence, after all, is a difficult quality to dispel. One equally as potent in his human form. The other side of the arena is easily reached, the stallion covering astounding ground when he should choose to put his mind to it, ears rotating briefly backwards in some anticipation of another request to turn either left or right, to stop or speed up. He is...curious perhaps, as to what the man wants, for a single moment in time his attention focused wholly on the Hunter, waiting for some touch of heel and voice to be better committed to memory. After all, Alexander can hardly shout 'forward' or 'whoa' every single time, the stallion already of the understanding of what the Hunter was trying to achieve with his combination of voice and body, a task that for this single moment the equine is willing to learn, content to allow the Hunter at least one more lap of the arena in which the war horse has offered, at last, to listen.

A hunter that could stay seated was at least....mildly deserving of some slither of respect.

Frostbite
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