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 February 17, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
East
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Nadya makes no comment on his invitation and as such Frost sees no need to press it further, merely letting it rest between them as it so often did. There was no harm in reminding her, after all, of just what she might well be missing. He merely needed patience, of that he was assured and as it is he is content enough to wait, falling into step beside her as they walk- more then aware of the family-like scene they surely depicted and yet truly Frost hardly finds it within himself to care as to the thoughts of strangers. His objection to the chosen artwork for the children's birthday cake however seems to stir the woman's ire as a part of him had already acknowledged it surely would. So many things about this woman were unpredictable, a challenge for his mind and one he revelled in, yet this slither of her nature was entirely the opposite. If she could find something to bite at, she surly would and yet it amused him all the same, the side of his lip quirking upward in a near imperceptible moment of humour.

"Did I say there was?"

His head tilts slightly, the words laced with a challenge all the same, briefly meeting the dark of her gaze with his own in an effort to goad her a little further before they arrived at Nadya's chosen location. The woman's demand for her chosen coffee sees the snowy-haired man pause, unfamiliar, to an extent, with orders of any kind being given in his direction- much less those for coffee. He offers little more then a soft snort by way of acknowledgement, placing the cake on the table she had chosen before wandering back towards the counter. Alexis was decidedly absent, Alexander, oddly, also nowhere nearby- even the Hunter thoughts nowhere within range. The likelihood of the Vixen and the Hunter being together however was a decidedly good one, Frost seeing no need to question it further before placing the order Nadya requested along with his own straight black coffee.

"Just tell Alex I'll pay him later."

This particular waitress he had seen and met on more than one occasion, both of them entirely aware he had no intention of paying Alexander anything. The girl however, had already come to the conclusion that arguing with the stallion would achieve little, simply nodding before setting about her task, his own from strolling back to Nadya and her children, one seated upon her lap, the other clutching a toy horse he remembered distinctly. At least one child seemed to enjoy it. He moved to seat himself opposite the feline, leaning back into the chair with a casual ease, unwilling to admit how much time of late he tend to spend in this café before Nadya's words drew his attention smoothly to her once more. She had never before mentioned any great distress within her past and yet he hardly blamed her for such a thing all the same, he himself rarely spoke of anything that existed outside the present, he saw no point. Remembering the past did nothing save for cause the same displeasure the memory seemed to stir within Nadya now, a small frown creasing his youthful features all the same.

"Why would vampires attack a Were pack? They rarely feed on our kind, from what I know most take no pleasure from our blood, what reason would they have to bring harm to your family?"

It is perhaps not the most sensitive of approaches to such a topic and yet for a moment at least the equine finds himself distracted by it. Some packs were large, powerful, even a family pack with only two or so adults would be no small task for a lone vampire, let alone an attack upon a town indicating far more than one vampire was involved. A vampire assault surely did not occur simply because they had 'felt like it'. Her mention of her brothers separation from herself and their subsequent reunion merely saw the man nod, though of the elder Tetradore's tale in this Frost finds himself intrigued all the same- thoughts turning neatly within his mind though his features remain carefully vague as always. This connection with her brother, this need to be near him was perhaps deeper than he had anticipated, his desires in this perhaps more problematic for it and yet such a thing meant only that they were already disjointed on some level. How hard could it truly be to pry them just that bit further apart? The information she offered however, lent itself to a greater need for caution all the same, his mind shaking aside the thought for now as the waitress appeared with both coffees.

"It must have been a difficult thing to lose your parents so young though- I'm sorry for that. I understand, now, why you have worked so hard to keep what remains of your family together."

He is not entirely without empathy, despite what many chose to believe, he simply chose not to offer it often. Any true emotion in any form a rarity for the equine. His words honest in this at least as he moves to bring the coffee to his lips- savouring that bitter taste, his injured side twinging slightly with the action. Her sudden question in regards to himself however sees the young man's gaze shift abruptly towards her own, a subtle indication of surprise before he moves to conceal it hurriedly once more. He disliked- to some extent, to be asked about himself, if only because he saw no reason to it, no purpose, there was little he was willing to say on the matter and few ever desired to push. Few ever managing personal conversation at all. He simply remans silent, sipping from his coffee once more, taking far more time then was perhaps necessary to complete the action and yet it offered a moment to soothe his irritation if nothing else. Features remaining wholly flawless despite the single look of surprise as he seems to consider the question all the same.

He was not entirely unwilling to answer the question, more so, he was simply undecided as to how it might better be answered, his words offered in those same cool, smooth tones and yet each is chosen with a decided care as his violet gaze lingers upon her. He would offer her perhaps, enough to sate her curiosity and little else.

"My Mother is my only true family, she raised me alone. My Father was there when I was born, he gave me my name, Frost, as our culture dictates, then I did not see him again until I was four or five and it was only in passing. I have countless half siblings- I do not know their names and I do not care too. My Mother had no other children."

He shoulders moved to offer a shrug of sorts, evidently unmoved by this, or seemingly so. He cared little for his Father, indeed he held no true opinion on the man either way. He had done a job and little else, the equine never truly having any real emotion for the man either way.

"I grew up in a very....different place. We lived similar to an extent to horses rather then humans. My Mother and I were part of a larger herd, I suppose you would call it, as I grew older it became the job of the older children to look after the younger. I am used to them."

It is not an entirely dishonest answer and yet there is a distinct vagueness to it, despite his efforts to cover it, else perhaps distract the woman from finding the holes that dotted it so smoothly. Long fingers drum easily against the table top, the man further seeming to consider his words. It was a delicate balance of sorts, on what entirely he is willing to admit to the woman before him, a soft exhalation of breath bringing his attention back to her own.

"I was younger then you when I became a Father, she was a much older woman and it was not by my own choice, we do not have any contact and I was allowed near that child only once. Does this satisfy your curiosity?"

He saw no need to continue, to bring up the other children, the Hunters that controlled it or anything else in between. The past was far better forgotten and he entirely preferred it to stay there.




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