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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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

restore life the way it should be101.191.249.40Posted On July 10, 2016 at 2:42 AM by Dorian Aragona



The notion that Malek had been ‘more of a peasant’ momentarily sees Dorian frown in some contemplation of the words. The man before him hardly seemed like a peasant, indeed he was sufficiently more clean, tidy and well-presented then the peasants he remembered. More attractive than most too. Though truly, he supposed, his ability to actually perceive the social class of anyone had become decidedly diminished. The modern day seemed to render most people at least semi-respectable and as such Dorian had struggled to place most of the beings he saw. Without the distinction in dress, company or language to define one class from another the Fae had simply come to assume that most were of a middle-class standing. How much the status Malek had once held seemed to deter him however, remained to be seen. It had been important- once. Yet the vampire had seemingly made something of himself since and in this knowledge Dorian remains content. Besides- he was not above entertaining the company of peasants all the same. Even if only in secret. It is, for now at least, something of a moot point he thinks- else the alcohol seems determined to assure it is. Dorian merely waves his hand slightly, assuring Malek his peasant status was hardly of concern.

Another chuckle rises readily to his lips at the tease the man offers, Dorian hardly above the nature of such things, such games of delight to the man when played well and yet in the wake of the alcohol with which he is presented all such thoughts seem to falter. The utter burning of the drink all his mind seems to fixate upon. So powerful! Such a drink would have done more than well within his day. It was the sort of liquor, he thinks, that might be inclined to blur a mans mind entirely. The very sort that swept away any trouble, worry or concern with each and every mouthful. Such things, perhaps, had rarely plagued Dorian himself yet there was those he knew of, had known off, that would relish in such a thing as this. For Dorian it is merely a fanciful experience, the Fae surely having underestimated the drinks potency all the same, the room positively spinning as Malek slaps him upon the back in an effort to relieve the sting of it within his throat. His mind felt….hazy. It had been years, hundreds of years since he had been drunk, his tolerance for drinks such as this decidedly low already and yet Dorian remained too entirely under the spell of it to actually question the sense of it any longer. He enjoys this company. It is light, easy, Malek a sufficiently pleasing enough individual to warrant his attention as so few were. Dorian still entirely oblivious to the power of the vampire over him that perhaps inclined some of this affection towards him.

His exquisite silver gaze drifts suddenly downward, feeling the man’s hand upon his leg, such an action coaxing a simper from the Fae all the same. Ah, but this is a game Dorian knows all too well and hardly on he is opposed to playing. Indeed Dorian finds himself opposed to…surprisingly little in his current state of mind, the tone of the other man’s voice a thorough distraction now. He smiles once more at the words, leaning his elbow easily atop the bar, head resting atop his hand in a decidedly languorous gesture. His own free hand moves abruptly to grace the one that rests against his legs, finger tips tracing near feather light across Malek’s own hand a moment as if he finds some fascination in the cooler skin of the man.

“Do you desire to know?”

One eye lifts ever so slightly, gaze at last drawn away from the man’s hand and towards his own gaze at last, Dorian sighing softly- the sound holding a ready contentment. That same easy simper rests upon his eternally youthful features as Malek hands him yet another drink. The vampire clinks the glass against his own, Dorian downing this shot with a newly acquired ease.

“I find those I like, I charm them….”

His hand lifts now, easily brushing aside a few strands of Malek’s hair from his face, allowing his fingers to graze the mans cheek as he does, tucking it loosely behind the vampire’s ear in a gesture almost affectionate- if not entierly playful in nature.

“…and I enjoy them for the evening. I show them how it can be.”

His words are very near a lingering promise, one aimed entierly at teasing the vampire before Dorian leans abruptly away with a chuckle.

“I dislike being alone, in truth.”

It is far more honest then he would surely ever have been without the flood of alcohol in his system, Dorian perhaps not entirely aware of his words all the same though they were surely the truth. Even if Dorian rarely admitted such a thing to himself.


Dorian Aragona




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