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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

spinning scissors like a pistol..184.148.45.239Posted On March 07, 2017 at 11:41 AM by Petra Ambrose



There was a prickle at the back of her neck, she could practically feel the magical imprint of the supernatural betwixt the loud and obnoxious atmosphere of the bar. Vampire, they bring a certain coldness to the air, an alluring glow aura that are meant to draw in humans to them like flies to a uv light. “No, it tastes bad and bores me.” She started matter-of-fact without looking his way just yet, her words were nothing more than a brush of a sigh.

Suddenly, the man moves, surprising her as he so brazenly plucked the drink from her hand replacing it with a new one he had ordered. He was certainly lucky that her mood was rather blasé and quite certainly in dire need of some entertainment. “Well that was.. brave..” Her voice coils about him like a snake, its tongue darting out tasting flesh. But she doesn’t lash out, she simply brings the drink to her nose to smell. It still smelled ghastly something akin to acid. Her nose wrinkles slightly unsure if it was just as bad as the other drink that was plucked from her hand.

Pale eyes shift to give the full weight of her piercing gaze upon this vampire before her, studying him with her hawk-like stare. “I am not sure I am entirely an aficionada of the drink. Humans fill their veins with this poison and I still don’t understand its allure.” Even as a human she didn’t understand how people of all status would flock to the taverns to drink their money away; to flood their sorrows in a temporary toxic reverie to their life’s difficulties. She had only seen men falter, rot away any chance at redemption, turn the decent into nefarious appalling rotting creatures. The woman had seen more fall drowning their senses in alcohol than she saw victims of her kind.

It was odd as she observes him, she could practically taste his age, a dense power that rolls off him in waves, but she was entirely perplexed. He certainly didn’t act old like the elders often did, his appearance could almost be mistaken for human. His accent did not go unnoticed nor did the way he carried himself in such a confident manner. It was impossible to pick up his particular scent in this moment within the bar her senses assaulted with a cocktail of smells within the bar mingled and tangled together in an intricate dance.

To be entirely honest, she had yet seen a tasty morsel that appealed to the wicked temptress. In truth this was not her usual haunt, her hunting game had a tendency to be a little more elaborate. But a bar such as this was more alike that of a fast food chain; you weren’t going to get anything of quality here. Sure you might get fat and it tastes ok, but it surely doesn’t resonate in the soul, nor is it a taste one must savor. A small smile crawled upon her full crimson lips, flashing him a small tip of her fangs. “Better yet, who would you choose?” She skirts around the question, toying with the glass with an idle manicured finger. Her voice is like warm liquid honey on the skin, almost languid at how it drifts almost salaciously from her lips. Only now does she dare to try this ‘smoother’ tasting poison, as she awaits her reply, her head tilted so she could capture him in her peripherals. She wouldn't dare to admit that maybe, just maybe it was slightly better than the original drink.

She wonders fleetingly if he would bite, if he would play into this game she was just beginning to weave.





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