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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
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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 triumphant166.137.143.58Posted On October 21, 2017 at 8:49 PM by Andras Stein

death incarnate & night triumphant

It was Dorian’s mention of working together in the future that brings a faint smile to Andras’s lips. “Indeed, it will be a pleasure. It has been a few centuries since I have worked with a fellow Fae.” He admits readily. Finding a friend in Dorian was easy and it was far easier to trust the man, something Andras was not accustomed too, though he knew he needed to begin again. He could not live with such anger that so adorned much of his past life. Offering a small nod in agreement with his words, he is truly grateful the man saw fit to agree to be one of his court.

Relieved when the conversation takes a turn, Dorian begins to speak about Matteo, a familiar name, though he couldn’t quite place the face. Contemplating, he listens to Dorian admit that he wasn’t sure Andras was ready to meet him. Offering a small chuckle, he raises his brows in delight at the challenge. “Perhaps I’m not, especially if he is older than even me,” he agrees with a small shrug. As the fellow faerie asks if the weekend would work for him, Andras nods readily. He didn’t have many plans beyond building his court and researching, “This weekend will be fine,” he states, the wheels in his head already turning at the information he could possibly find in just a few days. Finally, Andras asks about the man only to be offered with a name that the Fae Lord has indeed heard before.

His hazel eyes spark in recognition, “Ah yes, I’ve heard of him though I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting him,” Andras admits, his eyes contemplating as he allows his mind to wander back to all those centuries ago attempting to picture the old faerie. He doesn’t succeed, so instead, pushes the distant memories from his mind, only to focus on the term ‘father’. “I very much look forward to meeting your father,” Andras offers a small wink, the briefness of surprise dancing in his eyes. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been astonished, there was no resemblance within Dorian of the late king.

As their conversation shifts to more casual terms, he inquires about Dorian’s soon to be husband and offers a smile and the King’s clear excitement of marrying his fiancé. “Ah, congratulations again my friend. This is cause for a celebration! Perhaps I can prepare an evening meal, or perhaps a ball. I feel that the modern world needs to have a taste of how we used to have a party,” he laughs in delight. “I fear that the terminology of today is going in an awful direction. It used to be so much elegant,” he sighs remembering the days when words didn’t sound harsh on the ears. Shrugging his shoulders slightly at the remembrance of long ago memories, he pushes it away as Dorian explains they finally announced the engagement officially. He had never been featured in any sort of newspaper nor magazines, he wouldn’t even allow someone to take a photo of him.

His train of thought is snatched away as the Fae turns the question in him. Offering a wry smile, he shakes his head, “I have had lovers over the years though I haven’t found someone I would like at my side. Most women don’t find ruling appealing and the few that do, well, I expect a dagger in my back from them rather than any sort of affection. As it is, I haven’t attempted to seek out anyone especially with this… bounty on my head,” he says, his voice taking on a serious note. It was a topic that he hadn’t spoken about since before the slaughter of his court. His father had pressured to take a faerie within the court (someone his father approved of) as a wife but he found none to his liking. They were all the scheming type and he didn’t particularly care to sleep with one eye open. Pushing the thought away, he gives a bland smile, “Women are ruthless,” he laughs humorlessly.

Letting the conversation come to a natural end he contemplates everything Dorian said about the press. “Ah, I know you have multiple homes as well as your own castle, but as you know, the press can be quite persistence in locating your estates. I have a lodge hidden away at the edge of town that only members of our court know about. If you and Sebastian ever need space, or would like to get away, you will have your own quarters at my lodge,” he offers with a nod of my head. “I know it isn’t much but I am working on… hiding the lodge from prying eyes. When I finish working out the spells on it I can contact you and your soon to be husband.”

Andras Steinhello darling



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