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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

for pleasure seldom has a cure50.35.0.252Posted On June 04, 2017 at 11:49 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellington

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


The vampire could tell well that the huntress was well under the sway of whatever substance ran through her system. Her whole figure was limp and relaxed and though he failed to act upon it, that predatory part within him knew well she was ripe for the taking. As it was, however, Sebastian remained still at her side, simply allowing her to regain some footing, if such was even a possibility. He watched as she so tried to focus upon simply breathing, those often wise quips instead falling to simple silence. Gingerly, the aged vampire handed her his handkerchief at the simple sight of that drool that so pooled around the corner of her lips, as though she struggled, he watched as she so moped up that sweat and spit from her frame. Frankly, he failed to see why anyone so felt inclined to take advantage of a woman in this state. It hardly would have been fun in any fashion. She would have been more akin to a limp board then an active participant. Still, he supposed some people liked that in their love affairs. He sure as hell had no place to judge with the vampire had once been little more than a high class whore, paid to fulfil whatever fantasies so crossed the minds of those equally high class customers. The very nature of some of those sexual encounters he'd taken apart of would surely have been astounding to some.

The curse that left her lips drew his gaze back towards her, his thoughts momentarily pushed aside by that more immediate need to get her away from those very men whom had sought to take advantage of her. Instead, he inquired after her home, fully intending to take her back to some perceived place of sanctuary. He stepped away from that wall, fully intending to collect her only for his actions to stop at that choked sound in the back of her throat. Sebastian paused as those tears began to pour down her cheeks. Slowly, his hand shifted to the back of his neck, almost unsure of what he should do. The vampire had particularly little experience with women crying. After all, during his own day and age, such emotions were often dealt with the older women. Now? Now he tended to be the reason they smiled, the vampire often leaving before the tears came, before they realized his evening with them was but fleeting and temporary. He cleared his throat, "There there, love, it's going to be okay." He uttered softly. The vampire stepped closer towards her, his fingers gingerly running across her cheek in a gesture that certainly could have been mistaken for affection. "You're safe now, daffodile." He attempted to reassure her before gingerly embracing the girl, letting her cry into his chest as those sobs turned into near wails.

Sebastian hadn't the slightest clue on what had so prompted such tears and yet, he hardly moved until those sobs held any hint of lessening. It was only once those wails had subsided slightly that he shifted, lifting her up into his arms entirely as he cradled her frame, moving away from downtown in the process without any real purpose in mind. He suspected she hardly lived in the North and….the East itself was particularly well off. It was judgemental of him, certainly, and yet he was still attempting to get her back to someplace where she might find safe, knowing well how she regarded the world as one simple threat after another. Those tears slowly subsided into weak whimpers and yet, Sebastian hardly faulted her in the slightest, merely continuing those soft mutterings of reassurance whenever he deemed it necessary, the man interchanging between promising her that everything would be fine now and that he was here for her, even if he doubted it mattered in the slightest. Still, that rasp that left her lips finally provided the man of a sense of direction, his head bobbing as the man changed his course towards that destination.

It hardly took long, really, before he arrived in that neighborhood though he could hardly distinguish which home was hers. "Okay love, I know you've had a rough night, but I need you to help me a little here, hm?" He inquired softly, glancing down at the Hunter with an attempt at a warm encouraging smile. "The sooner we can get you home the sooner we can get you all nice and comfortable." After all, he was hardly oblivious to the chills that overcame her frame or the goosebumps upon her arms. That simple eternal chill of death that clung to his own body was certainly not helping her when he had no body heat to give her. It was the eternal curse of being dead. Still, he was at least trying.



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