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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

rise and be all that you dreamed108.93.10.156Posted On April 24, 2017 at 7:39 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive than I've ever been


It is, this time, bliss that begets ignorance within the woeful heart and mind of the young Isolt. Such is the intensity of her relief, her elation at the return of her most cherished companion, that reason abandons her for a time. Flee it does, expelled by the overzealous hound that is her own paradoxically savage and reckless splendor. And so it is that she speaks for his return to the Western limits, his return to his family and to what had always been and would continue to be his forevermore. She can do little else but nod a head made heavy with the crushing bulk of grief, of sorrow, to send asway a drapping of lackluster spirals that had once shone brighter than any false light.

But stilled is she at the mention of the murderer who had bestowed upon them all this greatest of tragedies, the thief who had picked from their pockets one so deeply cherished and left them with barren hands and weighted hearts. The supple line of Isolt's jaw sets into an uncharacteristically harsh line, the crystalline blue of her eyes rising to his only to darken from the tenebrific shade cast by the seething hatred that has found its footing within her heart. "Then stay here as long as you need to; we'll keep you safe. And if Frost should find his way here..," she gives pause then, the electric sizzle of a thing far darker than mere threat scorching the silence as it abates. "... I will give him the reception he deserves." She realizes in some place not so far down that it is unlikely, for it is unwise, that the Were leader would find his way into this Elysium stronghold; however, juxtaposed against this is the ironclad determination that his penance would be great, his fine hefty, should he discover the truth of Tetradore's awakening and find the dare of a visit too titillating to forego.

Coming away from the searing conflagration of her own ire, Isolt shifts to clutch at the duvet that swaths the bed, tugging at it so that it may fall about the bare shoulders of her companion. "Now, we need to get you into some clothes... I think Damon keeps some around here somewhere. And you'll have to eat; I'll not hear any argument to that," she offers with a smile, leaning in to plant the gentlest of kisses against his forehead before rising to set about the task of lifting both of their crumbling spirits.



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