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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
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    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

death incarnate, night triumphant69.145.144.152Posted On April 27, 2017 at 8:16 PM by Andras Stein

death incarnate & night triumphant

The thought that another faerie from his past and so shown themselves to him was almost bizarre. He had intended to track down both Dorian and Eve once he found the time to do so, yet, they all somehow managed to cross paths before he was ready. Nonetheless, he was still prepared to offer both faeries a position within his court that he was slowly but surely rebuilding. Their greetings are short and efficient, even when he stands he gives Dorian a small nod of respect. It’s with the king’s inquiry that has Andras quickly hiding that pain that so flicks through his eyes with a broad smile. “Unfortunately, I was called away to deal with some unforeseen business and did not get to finish negotiating with your father. Shortly after that, your kingdom fell to that curse,” Andras gave a small shrug before inquiring about his father.

He didn’t find it surprising. When he dealt with the King of Italy, he hardly mentioned his son and when he did, there was a certain disdain held in his lyrics when speaking about Dorian. Still, Andras lets out a snort of amusement at the faerie’s words. “Fair enough,” he offers before those keen of his linger on the guards several paces back. He always his dark eyes to remain on their forms, even when he comments about their presence. Only does Andras glance back at Dorian when he responds. Shrugging, he could understand that to a certain point. The Fae male never deigned to keep guards of his own but he wouldn’t judge the royalty that still hired men for extra protection. He hardly doubted Dorian would need much protection as is, he briefly remembered Dorian within that sparring ring, he was as talented with weapons as he was with words.

As the continue their walk, Andras can’t help but inquire about the curse, a faint smile lingering upon his lips as he faces Dorian, not halting their movements along the path. Quickly noting that scowl that so twisted the king’s features, he realizes he has hit a sore spot. Noted. As Dorian weaves his tale, Andras falls silent, briefly wondering what sort of witch could wield such powerful dark magic to keep an entire kingdom contained for centuries. He might have commented on it, might have inquired about the clan until he feels the king’s gaze back on him. Brows furrowed, he glances towards Dorian to see conflicting emotions dancing across his features.

Holding his tongue, he gives Dorian a knowing look, his had inclining slightly to acknowledge his loss. How he understood the king, luckily for Dorian he had been present when his family died around him. Perhaps not happily, but at the very least, they weren’t slaughtered in ways unimaginable. Those own dark thoughts of the past creep at the back of his mind and with some difficulty, he shoves them away, halting in his stroll with the man. “I’m sorry for your losses,” again, Andras inclines his head, “Forgive me, I shouldn’t have pried, I was merely curious,” he apologizes, his lyrics entirely genuine.

Yet, the faerie lord would indeed push Dorian on that witch clan eventually, not now, but later.

“Be grateful you were present for the deaths of your family members,” Andras states, a half smile tugging at his lips to ease the bluntness of his words. Turning, he continues along the path, wary of the guards trailing behind them so diligently. “I had heard you were staying within the limits of Sacrosanct before I had decided to come here. A great many people from my past can be found here in this city,” he explains briefly without looking at the faerie beside him, “When I told you I didn’t get that alliance with your father because I was called away… I was called away because there had been an attack on my court. When I finally returned home, there was nothing left to return to. The entirety had been destroyed, massacred, not even the children were spared,” he says a bit softly, pain coating his lyrics. When he halts again, he’s regained control of his emotions, his eyes fix on Dorian, those midnight eyes perhaps burning a bit with a depth of such fury he had kept hidden for centuries, “I’m here to rebuild my court from the ground up and I want to offer you position within my ranks,” he states, hoping his offer of honesty would allow the faerie to join him.

Andras Steinhello darling



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