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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

you're my water you're my wine69.145.144.152Posted On May 19, 2017 at 4:04 PM by malek ackerman

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



A wry grin toys at Malek’s lips as he regards Petra while she speaks about him chasing bunny rabbits through the night. He can’t help but release a humored chuckle and offering a small shrugs of sorts, “Rabbits are merely my preferred choice but they are hard to come by in the city. Don’t get me wrong I won’t turn away from a bit of a fight, I’ve hunted lions and bears before, I’ve even hunted shark, though I don’t recommend ever feeding off any type of fish, their blood is rather thin,” he comments drawing memories up from centuries ago. As their conversation turns toward the unique coven he studied for a time, a bit of excitement dances in his steely eyes as he explains his tale.

He’s pleasantly surprised that she doesn’t openly scoff at him, but asks questions instead. Tilting his head slightly, his brows raise delightedly. “I find that feeding off our own kind is a rather intimate thing. Something I have never done before and I doubt I ever will,” he shrugs again before continuing, “I will admit, they didn’t trust me at first, it took me months before I could even be within their territory. They seemed to be rather curious about me as I was of them so eventually they allowed me in, though they didn’t share anything worthwhile, just what they called themselves. They hardly seemed any different than any other vampires I’ve met except for their food source. I had hoped it might have been some sort of religious culture they followed. Though, they did have a very strong bond between them. There was hardly any arguing and they had a fierce protectiveness with each other, I think somewhere in their mind they allowed their predatory nature take over.”

He finishes allowing his mind to briefly wrap up in the memories. He might attempt to seek them out again, it was an odd experience, yet, Malek only managed to eat snake while visiting. If he never had to see snake again he would be a happy man for the rest of his immortal life. As their conversation begins to shift again he can’t help but allow that boyish smile to dance upon his lips again as she replies to him, “Ah, but it’s so much more satisfying when you don’t,” he responds in turn.

Finally, the human, topless woman is running from the bar and if he hadn’t been privileged to see just what Petra had done, it might have been a rather disturbing experience for the other patrons, yet none look too concerned as they returned to their drinks and dancing. Nodding in agreement at her words, his eyes shift back to Petra, polishing off his drink as he listens to her speak to him. He pauses for a moment, a light simper toying at the edges of his lips as he debates on what to tell her as her hand comes to rest on his shoulder in their close proximity. Arching a brow at her briefly, he pauses for only a moment before he responds, “I have a bit of a free spirit, I enjoy traveling and immersing myself in other cultures. Studying the history of this world just to see how accurate it is and the history of the world before I was born. To me that is enjoyable,” he says casually before standing up from his stool.

“I think a break from this noisy bar is in order, would you care to join me outside? You can tell me what you enjoy to do for fun,” he smiles down at her, offering a hand to escort her outside the side door and into the alley where the smokers are leaning against the wall.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.



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