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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 mask199.204.116.34Posted On September 12, 2017 at 5:57 AM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.
She didn’t mean to leave the shop so late. As a creature of habit she was astute with her time ensuring that she spent it wisely and correctly. Every day she cut her time up in different halves working with Tetradore in the office, spending time with her mate, helping her witch when needed, and then miscellaneous activities. Each day was different, but the time limit she set herself remained the same. Tonight she had accidentally stayed a bit too late within a bookstore that was completely off the wall, literally. A warlock had created an open door on the side of a wall, hidden by mortal eyes, so that supernatural creatures could freely come in and look for their books without some hopeless human stumbling in. Ever since Henry had entered their fold the she-wolf had been searching for some help books, to get him up to speed about this new world. He was like a young cub. There were so many things he needed to know, to get through this seedy world, and she knew that they wouldn’t always be around to help him. There was one subject in particular she was looking for that would benefit him, and herself. Not many books had been written about feral Were Creatures. It was a terrible curse to have, a stigma in their society, how in the humans it would be for AIDS or STDs. Most books she found explained the symptoms and a way to kill them…not help them. Maybe if she found a book she can Henry could work together, with the help of their pack, to help keep them be safe or have a grasp of control. Like always her search led her to nothing, but unlike usual, Raven had miscounted her time. The watch she wore was broken, the hand hadn’t moved for two hours.



Within the pack she took on the role as a caregiver of sorts, one task being that she would prepare the meals. An hour ago she should have started on dinner and here she was running down the darkened streets, heading towards the West. Tobias wouldn’t be pleased that he would have to wait even longer for dinner, but she was sure Tetradore would fix the problem by having the staff fix them a meal. Nonetheless she still hurried over to the West, because with or without dinner it was her turn to watch over their territory. It was unfortunate that she had been bombarded and attacked by a small pack that had been trying to increase their power. It was a newly formed pack just enough for the territorial scents to not be strong enough for Raven to recognize, or around enough, for Raven to be aware they existed in the first place. These Weres did haunt the Ark and enter the Ring a few times, and some of them she actually recognized. Some of them challenged herself or her mate, while others challenged her mate and her Alpha. Even though she tried to escape she got cornered. Even though she called out to her pack, asking for them to come, she knew they were too far to get here in time. She managed to take the first one down, just by throwing their body up into the air and release them to fall to the ground in a loud smack. Which just promoted everyone else to pounce.



Afraid and greatly upset it seemed to have triggered her feral half to come to her aide. The bear-sized wolf snarled angrily as her jaws snapped, one massive paw swiping to the left to smack an attacker down. It was a terrible long fight. Biting and clawing each other, pouncing and ripping, snarling and growling, the alley was filled with fur and blood. Enraged the she-wolf continued her onslaught. Each time she felt pain the creature retaliated. As the last attacker fell to the ground the feral creature slumped down, breathing heavily. Dark shadows began to curl around her massive form as the beast laid there, attempting to catch her breath. A sudden sound within the alleyway caught the werewolf’s attention. Grey-trimmed ears twitched back and forth, blue-grey eyes looking to the shadows, searching for a figure that appeared recognizable. A warning growl was given, but as she attempted to get up a soft whimper was given. It would seem that her right foreleg and shoulder was injured. The feral creature did not wish to give up its power and control, but Raven managed to take control of herself once more. Sitting slanted she raised her dial as the other came forward, tasting the air as it revealed the scent of the approaching creature was a Dark Hunter. Concerned, worried for what could happen, she began to flood the Dark Hunter with images of herself, walking innocently and then being chased by Weres, flashing rapidly forward, to her attacking them, attempting to show she was a victim. The last thing she needed to deal with was a Dark Hunter chasing her down, or be considered a Were to be put down, or endanger the safety of her pack.

Raven Clocksworth.
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