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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

The Name is not as Important as the Tone behind the Voice 72.168.176.106Posted On July 19, 2016 at 3:34 PM by Katarina Foster



So far my time back has been quite relaxing. Well, as relaxing as being in bed with Kohl can be. He sure seemed happy to see me, among other things.

The bar is teeming with supernaturals and humans alike. My senses are on high alert the minute I walk into the place, nostrils tingling with the smell of smoke and booze. I'm just as much about a good drink binge as anyone; just ask Kohl. He once dared to challenge me to a drinking contest and tried to call it a tie. I'd say it was anything but. But hangovers are no fun and I know drunkards when I see them. Too much of anything is a bad thing, or so they say. Of course I always thought vampires and weres didn't really get drunk or hangovers. I thought their metabolism was too high or something. I can't remember everything from the textbooks so I could be wrong.

I'm always listening, even as I'm talking to a bartender further down the bar. I can hear a man a few stools down talking to the other bartender, something about not having to throw him out because he's not here for trouble. One brow arches upward in suspicion as I glance toward him out of the corner of my eye. He has almost a feral appearance with his long hair up in a bun like an ancient sailor or something. His eyes glow with intelligence not usually borne to those who frequent areas like this so that can only mean he's supernatural, perhaps even the one I came in search of.

I know the man is checking me out as well, a knowing look in his eyes. The jig is up so I straighten and move down the bar until I'm standing beside his stool. Only then do I lean my elbows across the bar and turn my head to him. He turns around to face me, leaning back against the bar as casual as you please, his eyes half hooded as he asks what he can help me with. I match his dangerous smile with a mischeveous smirk of my own, my body tingling with a new felt sensation of...attraction? Sure, the man has a wild side that has that woodcutter appearance, the "real man" look that some girls would probably go for but look at me. I'm with Kohl who is anything but a manly man. I mean, he's not a wimp or anything, but he's not the kind to get in bar brawls either unless he's using his powers from a distance or hiding under a table.

I roll my shoulders in discomfort, altogether unfamiliar with this sensation. It feels foreign somehow, like it was placed there. My eyes narrow just a tad toward the vampire before me. An affinity of his own perhaps? "Oh, a few simple questions that need answers, nothing you can't handle, I'm sure." The words seep out in a purr of their own accord toward him. I pull my eyes away from him if only to keep myself from staring. This whole feeling thing is making me want to study his features perhaps more than I usually would and it's disconcerting. Why couldn't Kohl be the only one in Sacrosanct with a power such as this?

My fingertips glide along the surface of the bar, my index finger making a slow soothing circle in the wet ring left over from a drinking glass, giving my eyes something to look at. "I'm with the Council and they've shown particular interest in you. They want to know you're nothing to fear, nothing we have to drive out before you go on a massacre when your day doesn't go as planned. Are you alone, Malek? Did you come with a coven or are you just a lone wanderer like most of your kind?" Only now do my eyes lift to meet his own, my keen senses wanting to pick up on any deceptions in his answer. I know his kind are rather sharp tongued when it comes to making up a good story.




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