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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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

you can still be what you want to108.93.10.156Posted On December 18, 2016 at 7:55 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive than I've ever been


It takes everything, every shard of self control to which she might lay claim, for Isolt not to allow her fingers to brush against the flesh of what she is sure is naught more than her mind's darkly-impressive personification of the depthless sorrow that has crippled her of late. If she is correct there will be nothing for her fingers to caress, there will be no warmth of flesh that she may allow her arms to wrap around. There would only be, could only be, the shadows and dust that were her constant companion these days. What a cruel comfort it was indeed, to lay eyes upon her most trusted and cherished companion for what surely would prove to be the final time, to be able to utter his name and, should the strength not abate, impart upon him her final goodbye. To bid him a loving farewell so that the ether might finally usher him onwards, his handsome face and brooding smile to exist only in the storybook of her memory.

Her name upon the lips of this phantom is a rapier to Isolt's ailing heart, a wince pinching its way unto her features and for a moment her eyes fall for she cannot bring herself to look upon him as he speaks to her. Hardly does she hear the words that he offers, instead attempting to only questionable avail to have herself rise and simply leave this specter, to walk away and search for peace in the darkened hallways of her establishment. Peace she knew without the barest shard of doubt that she would not find, not so soon. And then... she feels a hand skate ever so gently upon the supple flesh of her cheek. Quickly does a single hand rise to meet the one laid upon her, chilled fingers placed upon ones that emanate such heat that Isolt's eyes are quickly drawn once again to the specter of her lost compatriot. It is, though her mind fights the implications bred of impossibility, his hand, his heat. It was him. She knows not how this was possible, but Isolt was certain that Tetradore sat before her, weary and ailing... but present nonethless. The realization draws the tendrils of crimson tears from her lids, a sob escaping her for she is capable of choking it back no longer as she folds her arms about him in a tender caress so as not to amplify his pain. Her fingers move to curl within his hair, to craddle his jawline as she draws apart from him only enough to place her lips upon his cheek.

"Tet," she says again, her own vocal cords perhaps as rusted with disuse as his own. "What... how...," she struggles to formulate the words, to articulate the inquiries that beg for explanation. The young woman yearns to say nothing and everything all in the same moment, to know the details of his whereabouts for the past fortnight and yet part of her wishes not to speak of any of it and simply to hold him close for fear that if she did not she would surely lose him. However, curiosity is, as it always had been, Isolt's greatest vice. "What happened to you? I heard about Frost, I heard about the fight and how you...." For a moment the vampire queen cannot bring herself to continue, a trail of crimson ushering tears anew upon the pallor of her cheek. "Everyone said... Damon told me that... you died. They said that he killed you. People said you died and then I couldn't find you. I looked, Tet, I looked everywhere I could think of but I couldn't find you." This, it would seem, is but all she is capable of mustering as a single hand rises to cover her mouth and muffle the sobs that set the entirety of her lithe frame atremble.



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