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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

My Own Form of CHAOS72.168.176.44Posted On August 08, 2016 at 6:25 PM by Damon Marcello



I do not know Isolt's history with lovers nor do I care in this particular moment. She hasn't asked after my own conquests so it is only good manners that I do the same. I care only that she's here with me in this moment, wanting me just as much as I want her. I feel the slight hesitancy of her hands but I only grow more gentle with my own, more reassuring. I want this to be perfect for her. I know this is right.

I move down over the desk as she leans back to grasp at the edge for support, my body caressing her own with soft brushes of skin on skin. At least she doesn't have to worry about being soaked in sweat since that's one of our strong points. No feeling of temperature so no need to cool off. I'm too focused on the events right now to care that I'm not breathing at all. My mouth is too busy over her chiseled collarbones, her silky skin, her slender neck, her mesmerizing mouth. My hands continue to grasp hers, squeezing her fingers in reassurance every time I feel her withdraw a little. I want her here with me, completely as I am with her.

My gaze locks with hers more than once during our dance, her fingers working magic over my spine as I arch my back into her touch, savoring every tingle. As I angle with her, so does she, our dance as coreographed as if we had rehearsed beforehand. Her back arches up, her perfectly shaped mounds pressing into my chest and I relish the sensation, drawing my mouth down to them more than once for some very deserving caresses of lip and tongue, even fangs. I don't dare to pierce the alabaster flesh though, too concerned of her reaction.

My rhythm deepens and quickens as we both rise in unison, both fighting to bring the other to that ripe revelation of ecstacy. Her lips find my neck and I groan, tilting my head to give her more access as I feel the tantalizing rake of her own fangs on my flesh. I know that I'm getting closer, my thrusts harder and faster with every stroke as I tighten my own grip on the desk, looking into her eyes so I can watch her come undone. "Isolt, I love you." The prayer from my lips as I pull out, only to fill her once more.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos



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