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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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On April 16, 2017 at 9:18 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

This wasn’t something that was supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to be in the middle of some fight within the posh area of the Eastern side of the city. The only thing she should be doing was tracking. It was going to be a safe way of solving her inquiry – who was the Dark Hunter that tortured her and brought back the man she hated and feared the most. Why this particular Dark Hunter was given free rein to attack in the open was beyond her, but she was determined that when she got out of this mess, she would report him to the Council. They ought to have a tighter leash on their own kind. Maybe then Azrael will stop complaining about her kind being ruthless and incapable of following rules. If anything she was quite the rule follower. Grey trimmed ears pulled backwards as she lowered her dial in an apologetic manner, after hearing the she-wolf’s gruff response. The plea she yelled out to the woman was not done, because she thought the other one was weak. It was given as a warning, because the very last thing Raven wanted to do tonight was harm another that didn’t deserve it.


The Dark Hunter was a threat. A threat that had to be eliminated. It wasn’t her choice. It never was. The change was rapid. It was easy to throw her massive paw against the Dark Hunter. Stalking towards the Dark Hunter she was not bothered by the other she-wolf for the moment. Entire focus was upon the one that had tried to kill her. The painful high-pitched screams that came from the male encouraged the she-wolf to bite down harder on her hunter turned victim. The stab of the silver blade crushing into her cheek was not only annoying, but irritating. It hurt. All she knew was he had inflicted pain on her and she didn’t like that, not one bit. Seeing him attempt to crawl away, one massive paw landed upon his form, a low growl a clear warning that he was going nowhere. The Dark Hunter no longer held the upper hand. He was no longer a menacing threat. He was nothing more than a helpless prey that was meant to be toyed with. Pressing down upon his form, a sickening crack could be heard, as her paw slowly moved towards her, dragging him slowly against the pavement. The taste of his fear was absolutely delectable to the feral creature. Just as she was about to lower her dial to finish it, the smaller wolf did it instead.


Blue-grey eyes watched intently as the dark she-wolf pounced upon the other half of the Dark Hunter. Quietly she watched as she lowers her dial, grabbing a hold upon his neck, as she snaps at it. The dreadful sound of bones cracking seemed to echo in the darkness on the barren street. The fear and terror mixed in with adrenaline evaporated completely. For a moment the massive creature stood there quietly looking down upon the body. Gently her massive muzzle brushed against it, nudging it and seeing that it was limp. Uninterested she moved her dial back and raised one paw to brush against the dagger sticking out of her cheek. A low grumbling growl rumbled as she shook her head focusing now upon wanting the painful object out. The sound of another voice entering her mind caused her black lips to pull back, sharp teeth barred as a warning. She didn’t like that. For a moment the bear-sized wolf stared at the other, uncertain with how to proceed. It was not pack. Yet it was a wolf. The feral creature knew wolves were bad, they were the ones that caused great pain...and yet it didn’t belong to her old pack either. Curious she took a step forward nudging her bloodied muzzle into the side of the other wolf, inhaling her scent and discovering a very faint scent of her Alpha. That scent was enough to cause the feral creature to relax for a moment, finding the other she-wolf presence allowed. There was a slight wave of her grey touched tail waving slightly, a sign that everything was okay – for now.

Raven Clocksworth.
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