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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

for pleasure seldom has a cure50.35.0.252Posted On May 13, 2017 at 10:22 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after


Frankly, the vampire doubted entirely that she was conscious enough to even register his presence at all. She seemed entirely lost in her own haze of thoughts, her whole frame somehow muted compared to that usually spicy woman he'd encountered several times prior. Something, he was sure, had gone terribly wrong. Frankly, considering the way those men seemed to hover, he hardly would have been surprised if they had some sort of hand in the current state he found her in. They were utterly daft, he was assured, to so attempt something some particularly unforgivable to a dark hunter, particularly this one. Still, he doubted they had little notion of the veritable word of hurt he had so saved them from once the young huntress regained her senses. A smooth simper was given towards them all the same, the vampire entirely certain to flash those fangs in an entirely subtle threat, assured they knew well not to cross the blood sucking demon - not that he truly would have associated himself with such a particularly dark image. However, Sebastian hardly wished to linger long, the man instead looping his arm around her waist as he hefted her up and against his frame. Those slurred words drew his gaze towards her, "Hush, love."He uttered softly before adding in an effort to reassure her, "I've got you."

Her body was more akin to a rag doll in his arms and yet he moved with ease all the same through that crowd, those dark blue eyes steadily positioned upon the exit of that bar as he moved ever closer towards the door. He was well aware of the way her head seemed to roll backwards against his shoulder, his grip tightening ever so slightly as her arm rose. Sebastian was hardly aware, really, of the way in which the woman so provoked those men whom had been near flocking towards her, rather, the man was vastly more attune to that crowd, It took but a few mere moments longer before the vampire was through that door, the coolness of the night air entirely welcoming compared to the hot stuffiness they had only just escaped from. His indigo gaze shifted towards the woman, the sound of that gasp drawing his attention. He moved just out of the doorway, instead settling against the side of the building just out of the way in order to allow the woman a moment to catch her breath. Sebastian reached into his pocket, plucking from it's depths a single, blue handkerchief, embroidered with his own initials in the corner. That item alone was surely an indication of the man's age, which such pieces of fabric had near become a status symbol in itself.

He handed Gia that handkerchief, his shoulders shrugging ever so slightly at those simple syllables she so struggled to voice. "You're welcome, love. Now, let's see about getting you home, hm?" He inquired. The vampire moved only once she'd taken that linen material away from him, the vampire shifting only to lift her entirely, cradling her within his arms more akin to a bride. After all, though possible, it was hardly comfortable to continue dragging the woman down the street to where ever she had come from in the first place. He took several steps away from the bar, entirely wishing to leave those premises entirely lest those men decided she was worth coming after. The last thing he wanted to do was engage in some sort of brawl over the huntress. After all, when blood was free flowing, his control tended to slip and, knowing her, she would likely hold it over him for all eternity regardless of the state she was in. "Which way, dove?" Sebastian asked, those darkly colored irises glancing down at her.



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