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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

i'm more alive than i've ever been108.93.10.156Posted On August 08, 2016 at 5:48 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive than I've ever been

Though her body, her hands, coax him onwards, her movements echoing a ravenous hunger that has surely gnawed at the innards of both of them for quite some length of time, the slightest tremble works its way down her spine to culminate in the almost-undetectable quiver of her clenched hands. Inherent in the gesture is certainly not a modicum of hesitation nor does it imply even the faintest whisper of doubt. It had been perhaps an embarrassingly long time since last Isolt had taken a lover, the tumult of her mortal life and the undeniably tragic nature of her transformation having left little room for such frivolity. In truth the young woman had barely offered the realization a passing thought, and certainly she had never lamented it. But now, with him, it seemed as though she required his touch, required the feel of his skin whispering against her own, required the delicious pressure that was his weight atop her.

It is for this reason that, despite the shiver of nervous energy that rattles its way down the sloping curvature of her spine, Isolt constricts her legs about his hips in a way that is faultlessly suggestive. A smile, the barest shadow of a grin though nonetheless enchanting, grips her features as he draws nigh to her, the glistening azure of her eyes finding his for a drawing moment of pregnant quietude before her lips coalesce with his. The kiss is deep though marked by brevity as he moves to fill her, a breathless gasp forfieted from Isolt as the supple tips of her fingers move to delve themselves into the broad, taut muscles of his back. It is all that she had expected from this and so much more, her leanly-muslced legs craddling her lover as her hips move to meet his advances and proffer up her own tantilizing angles for his enjoyment.

Smoothly do gentle pulses escalate to voraciously-eager thrusts, Isolt finding it necessary to reach above her head with a single hand and grip the curved brim of the desk for support as she seeks to meet her partner's movements stride for titillating stride. Damon is, as she had fantasized that he would be, sexual poetry in motion; his movements perfection, landing expertly upon the myriad bullseyes of her body's hidden targets. She is but putty within his hands, her bare torso rising in a sensuous arc to press itself against his won heavily-muscled frame. All too quickly does the redheaded damsel discover that her body has, indeed, begun its ascension in search of the nirvana it has been denied all this time. Her fangs descending involuntarily as she brushes their sharp apexes and the plump cushions of her lips down the side of Damon's neck, attempting to coax from him the very same pleasure he seeks from her...




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