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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian 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.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    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 flare 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.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

so i'll run to the things they said could restore me101.191.249.40Posted On June 30, 2016 at 4:16 PM by Dorian Aragona



The vampires assurance that drinks of an even greater potency existed momentarily see both silvery eyes of the Fae lift upwards in something almost akin to disbelief. This whiskey drink, as Malek had referred to it as, was by far the strongest substance Dorian had ever attempted to down. He was not wholly opposed to it, not truly, yet why the vampire seemed so very partial to it remained to be seen. It is something, Dorian thinks, might be better joined infrequently. The Fae man assured that were he to partake of this far to often he would be left struggling to remember much of anything and yet as he had anticipated, perhaps this was the very nature of the game Malek so enjoyed and for one night- perhaps Dorian should so enjoy it too. Could it really hurt? The other man’s question in regards to exactly where he had come from sees the most subtle of shifts in Dorian’s demeanour. Exactly how he had come to be here was something of a sore point for the man. Indeed much of his past was difficult to explain if only because so few possessed the immortality to comprehend a tale so old and long as Dorian’s own and truly the man had grown tired with attempting to explain it when most of the time it seemed to earn nothing but riotous laughter despite it’s serious truth. That Malek might have been deliberately seeking this information has not fully occurred to Dorian, at least, not in this current state. Affording people the knowledge of who he really was……was a rarity. At least not until after he had bedded them. The man having learned quickly enough that once such information was shared it tended to result in a myriad of unusual reactions from his modern-day companions. Yet alcohol, it seems, results in any such judgement becoming a little…hazy. A touch of a simper tracing his lips once more.

“There were witches too, they disliked my family- because of the Inquisition my bloodline led. Did they not have castle where you are from?”

Whether Malek’s knowledge of history is good enough to understand he speaks of nothing less than the Spanish Inquisition remains to be seen. A single, royal family line responsible for much of that and yet once more such knowledge is perhaps limited to what Malek knows of such times as to whether or not it affords him any further knowledge on his Fae companion. Perhaps this man was not as old as Dorian had anticipated, in fact, where in the timeline of history Malek sat exactly remained something of a mystery to him and yet in truth Dorian found it hardly bothered him much either way. The vampire turns suddenly within his seat, his leg brushing against Dorian’s own, the Fae’s gaze drawn momentarily downward and yet he makes no effort to move the man’s leg all the same. Dorian hardly finishing he was opposed to the vampire being at all within his space. It is within this moment that how tall the other man was seemed to become apparent to the somewhat inebriated Fae, Dorian commenting on it with perhaps more bluntness then manner would normally have dictated of him. The eruption of laughter from his companion is hardly minded, indeed Dorian enjoys this about the other man, a grin easily teasing at his features all the same before Malek’s own response sees a chuckle rise within Dorian’s throat.

“Ah, indeed, there is much use to a difference in heights for such things. I am pleased you understand this, mio amico (my friend). Far too many do not.”

The Italian lyrics once more find his voice with effortlessly ease, one eye lifting upward in a momentary tease. Somewhat drunk or not there are some games Dorian knows well how to engage in. He remains, once more, entirely unconcerned with the vampires breech into his space as Malek leans forward, oblivious again to the increase in power as the man suggests they try something different. Experimentation, in so many things, is perhaps something of a weakness for the Fae King.

“I have never before been in one of these establishments and by that notion I presume there to be much within it I have not tried.”

Well- it was entirely true. This was the first bar he had ever visited. Dorian merely watches with curiosity now as Malek demands something of the servant….bartender….whatever it was he was called, alcohol making it far to difficult to remember here and now. His empty glass is rather suddenly plucked from his hand, replaced a moment later with another drink, Malek assuring his grip on it was firm before letting go. Dorian half inclined to note the man had rather pleasant hands- if not a little cold and yet most vampires tended to be in his experience. Dorian shifts within his seat to face the man now, his knees resting purposefully against the vampires own, Malek’s power evidently having resulting in the Fae more actively seeking his touch.

“A game? I enjoy games.”

His head tilts slightly, a game sounding decidedly intriguing here and now beneath that fog of alcohol. His mind is perhaps a little slow in attempting to actually understand what the idea of the game was before Malek clinks his glass against his own and is suddenly counting.

“Wait, what does one do once we reach three?”

He barely has time to utter the question before Malek suddenly downs his shot, this counting evidently the symbol to begin the game as Dorian moves to rather boldly copy his companion. This…..this is not like the whiskey. This is far, far stronger. It nearly brings tears to his eyes! Dorian near left gasping in the wake of this demonic liquid!

“Yes, yes we are sure we are tasting the hell.”

He manages to choke out at last, the heated sensation it leaves in its wake so unusually strange. Goodness the room was veritably spinning and yet for reasons he cannot quite fathom Dorian finds himself laughing, as if the entire thing is funny. Even despite the fact there appear to be several Malek’s before him now. Dorian still very much aware of his knees resting against the vampire and the manner in which he is sitting so entierly close.

“Ah, mio amico, this is a dangerous game I think. This drink makes all things seem….very….oh I forget the words.”

Dorian Aragona




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