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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

death incarnate, night triumphant69.145.144.152Posted On May 09, 2017 at 9:20 PM by Andras Stein

death incarnate & night triumphant

His irritation was ringing in his ears and even that burn of the alcohol wasn’t chasing away his annoyance. Though, he felt some small semblance of relief that the bar was nearly empty he had the urge to be gone from this city, to be soaring across the open lands where he wouldn’t terrify the living daylights out of humans with his monstrosity of wings. Grumbling darkly to himself, he shuts his eyes briefly to rub at the side of his temple, his other hand wrapped loosely about the glass he was holding. He needed something stronger, much stronger. Or at the very least, he needed ten of these in the span of several minutes.

Heaving a heavy sigh through his nose, he listens to the bell ring as another customer enters, that human scent wafting into his nostrils by the push of that wind behind her. He might have ignored her if her scent wasn’t growing more powerful by her approach. Flicking his midnight eyes open, he gives her a brief glance as she sits a seat down from him. Andras glimpses her dark hair, the plumpness to her lips and the soft curves to her body. How utterly human she was, how delicate, she wouldn’t survive a day in the supernatural world. Quickly turning his gaze away from her before she can catch him watching, he’s suddenly struck by an unfamiliar tug within his gut towards the female.

Gripping his glass tightly, he almost doesn’t realize he’s only moments away before crushing that cup within his hand. Loosening his fingers slightly, he takes another sip, his hazel eyes still monitoring the woman to his left out of his peripheral vision. Honestly, he was surprised she continued to watch him even after the bartender caught her staring. Still, he notes her every movement, that delicate breath that flowed through her lungs, and that accent that so coats her lyrics. How he wanted to arch a brow in surprise and turn towards her, perhaps converse with her only to hear those beautiful words again. Immediately, Andras shoves the thought away, pushing it completely out of his mind. He wouldn’t allow a human into the supernatural world, they were far too fragile, they couldn’t defend themselves properly. Perhaps insulting to a human but it was the raw truth, what could a human do against a magically being?

Raising that glass to his lips again, he finishes the dark liquid, his glass falling silent on the counter. He should leave, he should get as far away from this woman as possible. That obnoxious tug in his gut was making it absurdly hard to stand and walk away. He had himself almost convinced to get up and leave her there, until that blasted beer arrived and her eyes were casually darting his way again. Instead, he schools his features into a blank mask, his eyes a bit predatory as he waves down the bartender and ordering himself another drink. Only when the bartender moves down the counter, out of earshot does Andras turn his full attention on the woman seated next to him. “Can I help you, darling?” his voice is cool, calculating, as he unleashes a bit of his power, that predator’s gaze fixing itself on her.

Perhaps if he let her see a bit of that monster that prowled beneath his skin, she would run, run as far away from him as she could. Of course, Andras felt that was the wise decision. Only does he remove his hazel eyes from her as the bartender returns, taking his empty glass and handing him a new one. Accepting it in silence, his gaze returns to the woman’s, a half simper tugging at the corner of his lips a bit devilishly.

Andras Steinhello darling



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