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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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?166.137.143.21Posted On October 20, 2017 at 8:24 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



Every belief she ever had in the medical field was destroyed in that instant. The regrowth of skin and the almost immediate clot of the free-flowing blood has Miya questioning everything she ever knew. It was impossible. Well, it was supposed to be impossible. Yet, here she was watching it happen before her very eyes. The blood drains from her face, her already pale skin even more pale as she reaches out and clutches Arlo’s wrist as she felt the world shift around her. She was going to faint. Releasing a breath, she hadn’t realized she was holding, she squares her shoulders shoving that feeling of faintness away. She would not pass out here. She could handle this. Maybe it was a dream. Shaking her head subtly, she ignores Arlo for the moment as he explains that he didn’t drug her.

Everything he said was entirely true, she did buy everything and she wasn’t exhibiting any other symptoms of drug use. It was just an easy excuse; a way out for not believing. Sighing, she releases Arlo’s cold hand as he pulls away from her, allowing him to rummage through the freezer. When he returns with a frozen bag and gently places it on her leg she flinches at the contact. Shifting her chocolate eyes up to him, she inspects him closely, her eyes narrowing as if she could analyze him with just those fierce eyes of hers. Finally, she gives her head another small shake and slaps Arlo’s hand away gently with impatience, her medical mind kicking in. “No, no that’s not right,” she chides him, now noticing the mess she made across the kitchen floor and the bright red marks on her legs. Sighing heavily, she looks longingly at the stew on the ground realizing she would have to remake dinner or order takeout.

Neither sounded appealing.

Pushing herself to a standing position, she rests her hand on Arlo’s shoulder to balance herself. Making sure her legs would hold her after their shocking… altercation, she turns and makes her way to the bathroom. Hoping Arlo would follow her, she moves into the small bathroom and perches herself on the side of the tub. Peeling her socks off, she tosses them on the floor before turning the tub water on to cold. Rolling up her sweats to just pass her knees, she slips her long, pale legs into the water. Flinching at the cold contact, she braves it as she rinses the stew from her legs and allowing the irritated skin to remain under the cool water for several long moments. Sitting in silence, she contemplates everything that had happened in the last few minutes.

Turning around to look at Arlo, she points to her bag down the hall, “Will you grab me my bag? There’s a little white tube inside it, it’s for burns,” she mumbles as Miya returns her attention back to the water and turning it off abruptly. Waiting for Arlo to hand her, her bag. She digs through it quickly and retrieves the tube, smothering the ointment across her legs generously. Once she finishes, she casually places the tube on the ground and turns to face Arlo for the first time. Chocolate eyes narrowed in inspection, she sighs and raises both hands to her temples, rubbing at the side of her head.

“Say I believe you. Say you really are vampire. I can’t deny what I just saw, but you are making me question everything I’ve ever believed in. If you… guys have been out here for all this time, why has no one… well, dissected you; try and see if they can incorporate healing into the medical field?” She asks slightly exasperated, as the questions begin to build in her mind.

Miyako Aiken



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