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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

ISOLT, now I need someone to breathe me back to life50.46.99.184Posted On December 04, 2016 at 6:51 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

we were born with nothing
well we sure as hell have nothing now


It had taken ages to to regather each singular piece of ash that his life had become. Those tiny pieces had so effortlessly floated away on the wind and too he felt as if he was merely drifting in oblivion. It was a peculiar feeling and yet in time, those pieces of ashes settled and slowly crawled towards each other, drawn by some inexplicable force to that singular feathered necklace he had been gifted several months ago by Jackal. Those pieces of ash collagulated into the form of a man with a painstaking slowness that took nearly a week and then, with a burst of fire, that ash became flesh and bone and Tetradore was left simply laying there naked on the cold cement of the ground on some indistinct alleyway with the feeling like his veins were still on fire. That first breath was shuddering at best as his emerald green eyes simply stared up at the overcast sky above him. The cold nipped at his skin and yet it somehow felt relieving as took away that overwhelming heat that surrounded him. He hadn't the faintest idea of how he'd gotten here, at least, not immediately and first, his only goal was to simply sit up. His limbs felt shaky as he shifted himself to lean against the wall, his caramel skin still tainted with brushes of black ash and yet his muscles simply hurt. It felt as if he was eternally shifting. So many things just felt off.

For several hours, Tetradore simply sat there, coping with the way his body seemed to move and change to regain those muscles and the his bones to grow to that length they had been. He was aware, vaguely, of that lack of connection to his pack. Where they had once eternally existed in his head, now they simply...weren't. His inner feline was too hard to find, just as much as those affinities seemed nearly non-existent within those terribly vulnerable moments. He was utterly alone and for the first time perhaps in his entire life, he actually felt it. A soft breath left his lips as his head leaned against the wall, that heat slowly left his veins and slowly, in time, those memories of what had occurred slowly came back to him. He remembered Frost and Samantha. He remembered attempting to maim the horse just as he too remembered that singular weakness that he had so sought to thwart taking him down. It was the last thing he could remember - that heat. The painful, overwhelming, roaring heat. And now, he was here.

For a moment he'd contemplated returning to the Ark and yet, that absence of a bond to the pack caused him to falter. Besides, he still had unfinished business with Frost. What if in his absence, the horse had made them submit to him? What if he had taken over the pack just as Tetradore once had and that was the reason they were gone? He needed a place to rest, a place to regain his composure, his feline, and his affinities. God this was going to take effort. Slowly, Tetradore rose to his feet, his thoughts focusing on a singular place as he tried to imagine it as he had last seen it. That bed - the small room with no windows and one door, that attached bathroom. He called those shadows to him, letting them embrace his figure and yet, it took some time before his figure shuddered out of existence once again, appearing with that overwhelming feeling of vertigo inside that room on Red on the Water. He collapsed almost immediately upon the floor, unintentionally taking the bedside lamp with him. His chest rose and fell with a marked rapidness as he tried to regain his breath. He wasn't strong enough for this - what the fuck had happened?

aiden tetradore



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