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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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On April 09, 2017 at 7:45 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Dark Hunters were supposed to be the silent protectors within the city. At least that was what she learned when she had to listen to Azrael drone on and on about his civic duty. As far as she was concerned she considered the Dark Hunters similar to that of the Russian KGB or Hitler’s Schutzstaffel. It didn’t matter whether her kind or any other supernatural stayed out of trouble, Dark Hunters took anyone that they deemed ‘unacceptable.’ Not every supernatural creature was bad. Hell, not ever supernatural creature was born one in the first place. It wasn’t a non-natural’s fault that they were now cursed upon this Earth as something else. Raven could recall the sweet red-head that owned the Irish pub nearby, as just one of the ones that was turned to become a vampire. She shouldn’t be attacked or hunted down. As for herself, well, she believed she shouldn’t be hunted down either, but at the same time she felt guilty for killing her own – regardless of the fact that they did deserve it. They were in the downtown part of the city, and even at night, it was bustling with humans and supernatural creatures. With the way the Dark Hunter was acting he was endangering the very lives he was supposed to protect. Surely her killing her wasn’t worth harming or killing humans nearby.


As she tore through the alleyway she was attempting to at least be the responsible one. Maybe if another Dark Hunter came they would see their own acting far too reckless and stop them before something worse happens. Using her telekinesis to take the gun out of his hand seemed like a pretty good start. Now if only she could shake him off. Bounding around the corner, she turned her dial to double check her pursuer, but suddenly she collided into something heavy and furry. Her vision suddenly went blurry and her world turned upside down. The wind was completely knocked out of her. Breathing heavily, blue-grey eyes widened in shock as she tried to take in her new surroundings. The sound of a growl caused the fur along her hackles to rise. Slowly the she-wolf began to bring herself on her four paws. Unlike other wolves her markings were not natural at all. While her paws were dusted with grey topped off with a curled wave, her tail had the same sort of markings. Along her back and spine was a grey with dragon like wings spread far and wide behind where her shoulders would be. Seeing the equally inky black wolf beside her, she went still believing for a moment she was seeing two wolves. Weakly a soft apologetic voice pressed carefully into the other she-wolf’s mind.


“N-no...shocked. I didn’t mean to run into you both.”


She didn’t feel hurt. At least she didn’t feel the painful bite of a silver bullet entering her body. She was rather lucky! After all she couldn’t heal properly like other Weres. There was a reason why her entire body was covered in various jagged scars. As she stared at the two wolves before her she watched as they suddenly morphed into one. Closing her eyes she shook her head, opening them to see that her vision had cleared. It was a good thing too, because when she heard the sound of some blade singing above her head, she ducked it towards the pavement hearing a soft thud. Eyes shifted upwards to see one of his throwing knives had entered perfectly into the side of the trunk...far too close for comfort for either of them. Hearing the other growl, she responded in kind, the deep growl rumbling with in her own chest. Still feeling the effects of the flight and fight stimulus she turned around to see the Dark Hunter coming closer. While she she-wolf began to charge at their shared assailant Raven released a soft whimper, feeling her body start to go cold and the buzzing in her head suddenly intensifying. Raven knew what would happen next and she didn’t want any harm coming to her...she didn’t deserve to be torn into shreds. Holding onto her last attempt at control her terrified voice rang out to Mira.
“You need to run away!”


Indeed she needed to run away, because the Dark Hunter wouldn’t be the only one that would cause her harm. The peculiar colored she-wolf began to snarl, her black lips pulling back to reveal her sharp ivory teeth. The sound of bone and sinew snapping could be heard as the she-wolf turned into a ferocious creature the size of a bear, the girl capable of growing three times her size. All that was left of Raven was simply gone and in her place was the part of herself she was absolutely terrified of. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she zoned in on the ebony she-wolf being stabbed by the Dark Hunter. With a vengeful snarl the bear sized wolf charged at the Dark Hunter, one massive grey paw smacking him into the ground. Lowering her dial she snapped her massive jaws taking his hip, and lifting her dial to shake him back and forth as if he were a ragdoll. Suddenly she felt something sharp stabbing her cheek. With a loud yelp she released the Dark Hunter as he fell upon the ground. Raising her paw up she attempted to scratch the side of her face, the sharp knife being a bothersome. As the Dark Hunter tried to crawl away she slammed her paw into his form, eyes darting to the other she-wolf as the man’s cries and shouts began to irritate her. Even in her feral state she knew this was not hers. For a brief moment it would seem her primal state was willing to be...considerate.

Raven Clocksworth.
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