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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

got a feeling that I'm going under50.46.99.184Posted On December 11, 2016 at 4:11 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

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


The man slowly leaned his head back against the wall, his chest still rising and falling with a steadiness of utter exhaustion. He hadn't the faintest idea of what had happened to him, much less the conclusion of that fight. He wasn't sure what was happening to his pack, or that beast beneath his skin, or those affinities he so struggled to call to his aid. His world had quite literally turned upside down upon him and in that moment, he found himself seeking some measure of comfort in the only place, and indeed the only individual, he had complete and untainted trust within. It was the only safety he knew of. He was hardly prepared to face Frost again, of that he knew and though he so yearned to rescue those members of his makeshift family from any oppressive hold they might have fallen under, some measure of patience would be required if he so yearned to be victorious. The whole prospect of it all made him feel sick. He could hear the sound of feet upon the floor of the hallway outside, the sound entirely muffled. Fuck. He had to move. He had to keep his presence here as secretly as possible.

He shifted slowly, his body refusing to move nearly as much as he wanted to. His muscles and bones ached with a residual hurt that he still struggled to fully ignore, the man wincing ever so slightly before his emerald gaze shifted upwards towards that slowly opening door. There was a soft breath of relief that left his lips at the sight of the woman that stood there in front of him, nearly frozen in place by his simple presence alone. His hand gingerly reached out to her, as if beckoning her to his side. He hardly expected the fashion at which she approached him in a flurry of emotion, so falling to her knees with a look across her features that he couldn't quite place. His eyebrows furrowed as her hands reached out to him, that singular word so echoing in the quietness of that space and yet, that look of unspilled tears caused his head to tilt to the side ever so slightly in a hint of confusion. What had happened that had brought her such sorrow? There was an exhaustion to her features, a puffiness to her eyes that seemed to suggest she'd spent most of her time of late simply crying.

"Isolt?" He inquired, his voice holding a hint of hoarseness from those new vocal cords having never before been used prior to that moment. His lips pressed together, making an attempt to clear his throat ever so slightly before he started again. "Is everything okay? Is Damon….?" He paused, letting that question trail off with a hint of uncertainty. It hadn't crossed his mind that such desolation was caused by him. Nor was he truly aware of how particularly long it had been since that day upon the docks with Frost before him and Samantha behind him. He reached out, his fingertips gingerly brushing against her cheek as he leaned forward with no small measure of effort. It was an effort to so reassure her in whatever fashion he possibly could, even though he wanted little more than to pull the girl into his arms till those sobs ceased and that redness all but disappeared from the waterline of her entrancingly lovely blue eyes. And yet, despite those underlying wants, he hardly acted upon such desires. After all, as far as he knew Isolt still had her lover and that was a relationship he hardly wished to taint for the girl. She deserved something wonderful where he had utterly ruined everything good in her life. That was one thing he was determined to not destroy. And so, instead, he merely remained there, waiting with some measure of patience for any indication from the woman as to what she might so need from him in that breathless moment.

aiden tetradore



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