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
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Posted on March 16, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 It was perhaps the first and only time the man had ever been described as 'too gentle' in any capacity, a moment of surprise touching his features somewhere beneath that mop of wild white hair as he moves to press the toddler back towards her mother, Nadya setting about the task in perhaps a far more abrupt manner then his own as the stallion simply moves to wander back around the table. It had been pleasing, on some level, to engage in a decent conversation with the woman, even if more then one of the topics she had been so determined to discuss had hardly brought the man any pleasure. If he did not desire her company further however it is entirely likely that he may well have denied to answer those questions that had proved more....potent then most. Even so he had offered her some level of honesty in the least. More then he was given to offer most, the man a decidedly guarded individual and yet if such a conversation was inclined to foster a more potent level of trust between them then so be it. What she chose to do, if anything, with the information he had offered her remained to be seen. His past was hardly a secret, he merely saw no need in remembering it beyond those parts of it he cared too. Few and far between as they had been. It is only as Nadya approaches with the toy that the man finds his thoughts pulled back to the present, shifting his weight in discomfort at the feel of it on his side. His own healing, surely, was already working to remove as much of the wound as it could and yet the spot remained tender. He is used to wounds, some far worse than this, his tolerance for pain perhaps higher than most and as such he offers barely a flinch and shift of his weight in response, content enough to ignore his injured side as he presses the toy back into her own hands. He can feel the very warmth from her own frame at such a proximity and yet her words move to distract his thoughts from even that as she offers them, violet gaze flickering from her own to rest on the children once more. "Naja, you will regret doing that for the rest of your life. Why send them away? Children belong with their Mother." His tone is perhaps more forceful then he truly desired it to be in that smooth, cool baritone, the faintest break in the woman's voice offering him far more in that moment then any glimpse inside her mind surely would. If it was the children's safety that so concerned her then why should she continue to refuse his own offer? The presence of children within his pack was hardly a deterrent, indeed there was a decided value in such children even beyond the mere edition of numbers and yet for now at least he makes no further move to argue the point. He is not their Father and as such any argument in regards to their welfare would perhaps hold little sway coming from him. Although how much of their welfare their own father understood was surely debatable regardless. How Nadya had ever allowed herself to be with that fool of being he hardly knew. Such a thing sure to remain a source of irritation all the same, merely another to add to his growing displeasure with this Nightshade pack. For now however, he simply remains silent on the issue, arguing with her further would achieve little. He had been correct, it would seem, in his earlier assumptions in regards to her observance. The woman seeming to pause suddenly, reaching with much the same suddenness towards him, grasping at the hem of his shirt before pulling it abruptly upward to reveal the wound beneath with little time for the man to step aside. Hmm, perhaps he should have anticipated a predator finding a wound. For a moment longer he simply remains silent, locks of snowy hair falling back into his gaze as his head merely tilts downward to examine the wound himself, the woman's words cut short but her own internal thoughts. Frost moving to answer regardless, voice hardly more then a murmur now within the coffee house. "My powers heal totally and instantly, but such healing comes at a price." He moves easily to reach for her hand, guiding it smoothly away from his side and allowing his shirt to fall once more, what little of his violet gaze could be seen lingering upon her now. He hardly means to see so easily into her mind and yet her's had been the first he had ever seen the inside of and as such, it seemed, she remained the easiest for him to find- her thoughts a tangle of emotion that saw the faintest of frowns touch his own features. Did she truly not know why he had taken the wound from her son? For a creature so decidedly intelligent she is less instinctive in some regards then she appears. Perhaps he could hardly blame her. He was not an easy being to perceive, Frost aware of his own manner, his own lack of...emotion in most regards and yet if nothing else he is a product of the world in which he had been born. There was no time, no place for frivolous emotions and indeed the man rarely pays them any heed. To hide his inner thoughts is a skill at which he excels and one that had allowed him survive this long. One that had, to an extent perhaps, prevented the woman from noting any desires he may hold outside of merely building a pack. He simply allows the moment of silence to continue, distracted by the tumultuous whirl within her own thoughts and yet even with his gift for insight, the woman closing the small space between then and abruptly pressing her lips to his own saw a moment of surprised hesitation. Such hesitation exists for no more then a second or so however, her hands winding into the thick snowy white of his hair as simply presses forward himself, returning the kiss with more force then he had within the hot tub. His hands come to rest softly upon her hips, the decidedly private man hardly given to care, in that moment, that the vast majority of the store has focused its attention them and a kiss far better suited to a bedroom them a public place. She tastes as decidedly exquisite as he remembers, this intimate contact between them seeming to unlock a floodgate of thought until the man can hardly tell his thoughts from her own. It is a new experience, this tidal wave of thought that links his mind firmly with her own, a connection to another being he has simply never experienced- one he finds near dangerously addictive. She moves to pull back, Frost releasing her with notable reluctance, the pain within his side long since removed as Nadya speaks once more, her voice huskier beneath the quickness of breath that momentarily matched his own. Her words however, seemed to bring little more then the faintest of simpers to his own lips, a fleeting expression of amusement. His own voice, when it comes, far quieter this time and for her alone. "You know already that I will. Why must you always run from me when I kiss you?" She was not running quite as literally as she had the last time and yet she was attempting to, on some level, all the same. The Ark was hardly the challenge she seemed to believe and of her Brother he held little care. Tetradore was a capable of fighter, but he was, in Frosts opinion in the least, a poor Alpha and not nearly as intelligent as he believed himself to be. He shifts away from Nadya now, ignoring the looks of several of the patrons before stepping back out and onto the street. The cool air biting momentarily against the decided heat of his skin as he waits for Nadya to join him before turning to face her once more, leaning back against the nearest street lamp. "You're making a mistake by joining your brother in the Ark- you know you are, Naja- but if I must come to the Ark to remind you of it every now and then- so be it." The vaguest of simper's touches his lips once more, arms folding smoothly across his chest now. "I left your children's gifts on the table in your apartment. They may appreciate them more when they are a little older. For now though- I think this goodbye. Until next time." Buying gifts for such young children was no easy task, the man at last having simply settled upon The Long King for her son and Mulan for her daughter, Disney animated movies seeming to be appreciated by most children regardless of the age. Perhaps they would need them as a source of entertainment in this new pack. When Nadya was moving to the Ark he hardly knew, he would find out, one way or the other. |