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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
    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

cause when i got a taste of you ;107.193.17.54Posted On April 10, 2017 at 12:16 PM by MAGNÚS DVÆRG

Even when he was just as much of a victim to the economy as others were to his cruel ruling - even though he found the madness in it all - the pyramid scheme, those working like horses while the others eat like pigs. There was still a darkness, an unquenchable thirst, an other worldly desire to take and devour everything in his path. He was the beast beneath the skin, behind the eyes and in every wheel and cog that turns in his sullied mind.

If only he could remember.

It seems primal instincts have replaced the past.

He could smell her the moment the door opened, his piercing blue eyes flicker from his receipt that states that he had paid taxes on the country home that he officially paid off last year. With his line of work Magnus knew nothing but luxury and could have handed over cash. But of course, he couldn't raise any red flags now could he? There was a reason why no one knew he even existed - except, of course a handful of men with black hearts full of vengeance and safes full of cash.

He dwarfed her by comparison, a petite Asian woman with gentle curves that were proportional to her stature. She had full lips, youthful facial features and her hair was inky black; true black. She was exotic, adorable and apparently has the potential to be a handful. He liked her already. (If it wasn't for the fact that she was a handful physically, it was mentally. Of course) He raises a brow and huffs a chuckle at her; offering a grin that could only mean he didn't mind.

Placing the receipt in the pocket of his faded jeans, the elevator begins to shake and then comes screeching to a halt in the shaft. He is forced back, leaned against the wall. The Nordic nomad attempted to react promptly enough to keep the woman from hitting the floor but speed was beyond his great and stalwart form - for now. He eyes her laying there a moment before finally speaking, his deep voice no surprise given his size. "No, I'm sorry."

He offers a bear paw of a hand to aid her up. "I shouldn't have let you hit the floor." The concern in his voice was sincere even if his smile was that of a con. If only she knew who he really was; only civil when it benefits him. And the creature within him wanted to know if she tasted as sweet as she smelled, as she looked - those brilliant eyes never betraying him and his crooked thoughts. "And yes, I believe we're stuck."

Once she was back upon her feet he reaches over and pressed the red "Emergency" button; it buzzes, clicks and fades out. "Shit." He peers back to the little China doll with a brow uncerntainty. "Not to sure how long we will be here either." While his brow relaxed, the lopsided grin was back. He'd only take the opportunity to get to know her and of course, he dives right in. "What's your name?"

MAGNÚS RÓARR DVÆRG
cause when i got a taste of you
i found something to sink my teeth into



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