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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
    0 employees

    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

when i used to rule the world50.35.0.252Posted On June 04, 2017 at 11:51 PM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word


Alexander was hardly surprised, really, as that quip so left the young girl's lips, the woman so eagerly reminding him that while that that linoleum underfoot was decidedly slippery in his current state, it was far more economical than anything else for a business purpose. "Yeah, yeah." He muttered, those smartly spoken words hardly helped to sooth his current mood. Though, he was hardly the type of man to take it out on her to point out such clear facts. Instead, the hunter made his way towards that bar, each step squeaking and squishing in a fashion he altogether abhorred. He reached for that towel, busying himself was drying off those dirty blond locks and the overly damped skin. He was fairly certain his fingers had pruned from mere rain. The man said decidedly little of the young woman that so strove to clean after him - after all, such a demeanor what not only what he was used to but, in some regards, what the King expected in some fashion. He did pay her. "Thanks." He muttered all the same, altogether aware of those sounds of that bucket and mop. In all likelihood, Calliel had probably spent far too much time tonight cleaning rather than at the bar. The cafe tended to be rather dead when the weather turned awful.

Such contemplations, however, were near ruined by the ground shaking in a way it certainly should not have. His head rose, a quizzical glance given towards his barista whom only served to offer him a small shrug. Still - the fact that she felt it too was reassuring in some regard. His gaze turned towards those windows with the intent to so survey the surrounding area of that cafe, his own instincts near screaming at him that something was off. He hardly expected, however, to see the shape of a large rhino out in that wet haze. It was near instant, that shift within him from that mere cafe owner to the conqueror of all of Asia. His stance was somehow tenser, his head held higher as he so regarded his enemy. In spite of that danger that so faced him, Alexander's first instinct was always those innocent bystanders that took sanctuary within his cafe. His order to see them cleared was little more than a simple utterance towards the woman at his side, the man reaching out in the process only for that much beloved spear to near materialize within his hand.

Those bright blue-green eyes remained steadfast upon the rhino, keenly watching the creature for even the slightest hint that he intended to attack those patrons that were slowly moving from their place within the cafe. He could hear Calliel's voice as she so urged them onwards, not to mention the simple knowledge of that power at play. His own affinity was altogether keen to inform him absolutely everything of it's nature, use, limitations and how she might further grow with it. Alexander said nothing of it, however, simply remaining as he was as those patrons ran past him and out into the pouring rain. The rhino's foot dug into that cement, sending small tremors with each thud and yet, he was surprisingly inclined to wait those few moments. It was only the sound of his young barista's voice that drew his gaze but slightly from his prey and yet, he regarded her with a small shrug. "The Council gave me incomplete information." He stated simply, altogether disliking that hint within her voice that he was somehow unproficient at this. Doubting the hunter in any regards was, perhaps, the most dangerous thing any soul could do. He had pillaged whole cities before, just to prove he could.

"I will take care of him, you can stay here if you like." He continued on, moving towards the door and that sheet of rain that still poured with such a force. That spear was held confidently within his hand as he moved outside of that cafe, altogether caring not if his barista chose to assist him on this endeavor or not. Surely, it would have been easier upon the back of a horse and yet, regardless, that beast would fall tonight. He stepped out towards that snorting, quivering Rhino, the man purposefully moving towards the center at that road to ensure the survivability of those surrounding buildings if the beast should charge. He could easily detect the sheer anger that ran through the Rhino's every fiber and yet, the man merely regarded the whole situation as if this was little more than an everyday happenstance.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own



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