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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

hello, dorian darling69.145.144.152Posted On April 03, 2017 at 8:49 PM by Andras Stein

death incarnate & night triumphant

Those nightmares that so plagued the fae male has him chased from his bed far sooner than he would have liked. The moon had not even set as he sits up abruptly in his bed, sweat coating his powerful body. His wings are carefully arranged behind his back so those sharp edges don’t dig into the mattress. His chest heaves as he stands from the bed, entirely naked, and makes his way towards the connecting bathroom, slipping into the heated infinity pool with a shudder that runs the length of his spine as that hot water hits his wings. Sighing in relief as he adjusts to the heat, he floats along in silence, his hearing muffled by the water. Too soon that restlessness rushes him from the pool and into clothes.

Again, that sigh runs through him as he feels his wings sink back into him despising how very confined he felt. Perhaps one day he would live in a world where hiding his wings would not be necessary. Rolling his shoulders, he glances out the window watching the moon finally begin to set, though night persists; as if it was holding on for as long as it could. Andras wouldn’t mind if darkness covered the entire world; there was beauty in that darkness and terror too yet, there were many darkness’s it was only a matter of how you looked at it.

Still, it is with that thought that is trailing Andras as he exits his estate, that cool air kissing his exposed skin on his neck as he strolls down the sidewalk, his hands so casually placed in his pant pockets. He walks for a time, enjoying the silence of the night, too early for anyone to be awake and hardly too late for those who spent restless night like him out and about. Though he relishes that silence, the sleepy city not daring to make too much noise, he finds that impatience in him growing, he needed to be in the sky, riding those air currents, simply flying until his wings could no longer hold him aloft.

Yet, dawn was far too close.

Andras couldn’t take the chance he would be seen and by the time he made it to his favorite meadow, that sun would break over the mountains. Rolling his neck, he finds himself at all small park, nothing terribly excited, merely a few benches and a handful of picnic tables; already there were signs of life stirring in the bushes and the greenery would soon be on its way to the city of Sacrosanct. Winter had been obnoxiously long this year.

Finding himself a bench under the bare branches of a tree, he plops himself down gracefully, his arms slinging over the back as he tilts his head back to gaze at the faint stars above. Perhaps he wouldn’t mingle in the city for long, perhaps he would find himself back in the far corners of the world where no one could find him. Yet, he had business to do. So, the faerie sits here, head tilted to the stars.

Andras Steinhello darling



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