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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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    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
    3 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
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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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

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On May 15, 2017 at 7:01 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

“I have enough scars on my face, I don’t really need another one.”


Her voice was quite soft and firm, and yet she was trying to make a joke. Her attempt failed, but she tried. Raven was quite ashamed with the scars that crisscrossed her frame. Long ago she learned to accept the scars that mauled her face. Looking in the mirror or water source at her reflection pained her. As a Were she should be capable of healing quickly, like all the others. However, sadly that was not the case. She was incapable of healing properly. Where some wolves could heal within minutes she would heal in a matter of days. It wasn’t easy. She had to keep her weakness hidden from others that would want to exploit and bring harm to herself and to her own pack. After the attack from Frost she was fortunate to keep herself hidden, to keep him and others from knowing.


Why her feral side did not attack Mira she did not know. Perhaps it was because they were too busy in a scuffle with a much more important threat. Raven didn’t know much how her other half worked. All she could rely on were what others said or the aftermath she would witness when she ‘woke up.’ Her pack called her a monster and she believed them. They corrected her and punished her by physically harming her. Others would call her pack monsters, and they were, but she couldn’t blame them for wanting to hurt her to keep her in line. She could hardly blame them, and yet she knew deep down there were other ways they could have treated her. Tetradore never harmed her, only once, when he needed to put her feral side in her rightful place, as his.


Needless to say it was only natural that she did not trust her own kind. After all she was accustomed to the wolves harming her. She had no idea who this wolf was and yet she hadn’t given her any reason to think she was dangerous...yet. Mira had taken the blade out of her cheek and she hadn’t harmed her when she wasn’t herself, and yet Raven couldn’t help, but not trust her entirely. Nervous and afraid she curled up, accidentally against the other wolf. After all it was only natural for her to want to do such a thing, when she was with her feline pack. It was when the other began to growl at her and poke her muzzle firmly that cause the oddly colored lupine to flinch. Slowly she got up and moved away from her, speaking softly.


“I am wolf yes, but I was not accepted by my kind. I was attacked, a lot.”


Keeping her head down she embarrassingly brushed her paw against the pavement in a bashful manner, looking up at her sadly.


“It’s a little ways, but if you need someone to clean your wound up, I can patch you up at the Ark.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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