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 27, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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Thirty-seven.

Thirty-seven straight victories the stallion has managed to achieve against the mounted unit, at least thirty of those having been achieved before any of them had made any attempt to actually ride, the remaining seven or so having refused to be cowed, knocked down or sent fleeing from before the war-horse as their companions had and as such had managed to seat themselves upon his spine. Yet those remaining seven had met their end then and there, eating dirt one after the other over the years, Xerxes the last of them and perhaps one of the more spectacular. Whatever part of the equine had been willing to acknowledge his Hunter companions had perhaps been almost impressed with how long Xerxes had managed to stay aboard, the Persian man's balance near unshakable and yet the Persian had still moved, still lost his centre of gravity every now and then, long enough for the stallion to take advantage of it. His efforts with Alexander, in truth, were far from his best and yet even within those single moments in which Frost had remained content to argue the point with his airborne form the hunter had remained near entirely steadfast upon him. More so then any other- curiosity already turning rapidly within the pale creatures mind along with some ready sense of near....fascination. The irritable shouts within a language he cannot understand are ignored, a toss of the stallions head sending his mane askew once more as he simply continues forward on his own terms, waiting until Alexander saw fit to return to a language they both understood as Frost simply allowed himself to return to an almost lazy walk- feathered hooves dragging callously through the sandy earth beneath him.

Both ears rotate backwards, his attention deviating to the Hunter as he speaks, a snort of irritation offered in response to 'fucking imbecile'. It was hardly the worst thing he had been called, especially by a Hunter, tail flicking up and against his flanks as the horse slowly brings himself to a stop with the man's final words. For a moment the stallion merely remains standing, some part of him inclined to test entirely how capable this man was, to see how easily he might be turned into number thirty eight and yet.....to lose such a battle would be equally displeasing. If he could not unseat Alexander....then what? In his entire existence he had never lost such a battle and while the pleasure of unseating such a man was far more tempting then he cared to admit, the gamble of such a battle is based heavily upon odds that are far to even in his mind. The large head of the equine angles briefly to the left, eyeing the man in silence, a single violet eye travelling the length of him from beneath that far too long forelock. Perhaps this was a battle best left unplayed- for today at least. That same tense hold to his overly-large form has returned once more, the equine content to remain in the same state of....anticipation perhaps, evidentially continuing to expect some less then pleasant action from the Hunter and yet this is merely a result of all that has come before. Why should he be anything other than mistrustful of the man upon his back when all others who have been there before have only brought about some action he dislikes? He was however, willing to....try, to an extent. If only because he needed this particular man and because, perhaps- he has found himself almost intrigued by Alexander's ability to stay on. One he may well test later.

Even despite the manner in which he continues to tense each time there is a lack of action from the Hunter, a trait to be worked on perhaps, the stallion offers a sigh of sorts, ears rotating backwards now, turned fully upon Alexander with the first true indication of respect he has offered the man so far.

Fine.

It is a single uttered word and yet perhaps an unneeded one, the very shift in the stallions body surely enough to indicate he had, for now, seemingly agreed to allow himself to be taught. There is some part within him that remains intrigued after all, that finds a fascination in these subtle signals and commands, that desires to learn them if only because it is something he does not already know. His weight shifts once more, preparing for movement again and yet this time- he simply waits for a command to do as such. Each part of him attuned to the man now, waiting to be told to move.

He is not nearly foolish enough to engage in a battle he does not know for sure he will win, any good war horse, surely, can choose his battles and today it would seem- he has not chosen to go against Alexander directly. After all, he dislikes his own chances, at least for now, against a man with over one thousand years of experience. A battle for another day when he has learned more of his rider. His weight shifts again, impatience (another trait of a poorly trained animal really), anxiousness settling over him yet agian, a lack of movement from Alexander, a lack of command, seeming to unsettle him all over again and why shouldn't it? Frost is used to commanding, to doing as he should please and no other and in lull of that his mind simply searches for something to do. Relaxation, evidently, not a trait he has ever held command of (else never been allowed to) as he waits to be told in which direction to go and at what speed. At least however, this time, he was waiting.

Frostbite
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