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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

spinning scissors like a pistol..64.229.3.253Posted On March 18, 2017 at 9:15 AM by Petra Ambrose



The raven haired woman often spoke in riddles and contradictions simply for the mere satisfaction of just to play. She was made of what fear was made of, as though hell flowed through her veins. “Please, you are old enough to know better than that. Besides, you don’t look old so what is and what appears to be is quite the contradiction, old man.” So very much like herself and her precious illusions. Oh she wraps them around herself like a cloak; it felt like silk on bare flesh whenever she used it, like the careful art of seduction. Its magical presence sparks within her like an electrical current, it licks at her coldness. She is a storm encased within oh so alluring flesh. The spark entices her to sprout forth its magic to stain the already marred world with her will and her will alone. The vampire woman could conjure and manipulate anything to be and in truth she could clear this bar in a matter of minutes but where would the fun be in that? Just knowing what she could do and choosing not to do it was in itself power.

Petra merely grasps onto that power. She suppresses it within her ribcage and oh how it clatters upon her ancient bones like a devilish beast in a feeble birdcage that would never hold. It was not long for the woman went without her illusions, even if it were something as subtle as a trick of the eye, a flash of something strange and unexplainable.

He wouldn’t choose any? Hm, well she couldn’t blame him, the selection in the pulsing bar was rather one dimensional. But his next words fall from his lips and this truly surprised her. A vampire that chose to not feed from their main food source was like a fish that would refuse water. Her parted mouth then transformed into a grin before she laughs as genuine as she is capable. Surely he was taking part in light hearted humour, only when he continued on did she realise he was entirely sincere. Her laughter was stifled and cast an incredulous gaze in his direction.

“Why?” she asked pointedly, pale eyes glitter with twisted amusement, as if he became a rare and mystical, but so very vulnerable. “Why stifle what you are and be a weaker version of what you can be?” Weakness within the community of apex predators was like fresh blood in shark infested waters. She pivots on that stool to completely face him now; he starved himself, for what purpose? The female temptress would never understand why anyone would choose to starve their potential for what she could only imagine to be some moral high ground. He seems rather genial in the way that he spoke and laid back smile. He hardly seemed like a predator, wound up tight and ready to strike at no moments notice.

She returns to her previous position as she views him in her peripherals. “It is not just a meal, it is the challenge I crave. The humans that would not just whore their throats just for a bite, like a common junkie wanting one more hit. Not even a cow to be slaughtered does that. I select them, not the other way around. We are the top of the food chain, don’t you remember? Or do the rats cloud your memory, hm?” Or maybe he was getting senile in his old age? A devilish twitch of her lips, oh so curious if she would spark anger within the old vampire sitting next to her. She can’t help but wonder if he would honour the animal he drank from. Suddenly with a convulsion of her power, a rat scurries just below him, surely he would feel its feet pitter-pattering or it nibbling subtly at the wood chair.

He was certainly perceptive she would give him that but she ignores his comment. His next words however, peak her oh so fickle attention. Her eyes grew dark, her head tilts. “Well then. How do you propose we do that?” She brings the drink to her lips once more, it was decent but it would certainly taste better mixed with some top shelf blood.




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