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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

rattle the stars, my dear69.145.144.152Posted On May 14, 2017 at 1:21 PM by Andras Stein

death incarnate & night triumphant

Andras’s predatory eyes slowly trail the woman at his left, his lyrics quickly catching her attention as he claims her gaze within his own. The obnoxious tug in the pit of his stomach has him wanting to move closer to her, to touch her hair, her face, her lips, yet he remains seated, a bit stiffly, his face a mask of boredom as he watches her mouth gape slightly in surprise. It was rather delightful the way she watches him in surprise, surprised that he would even speak to her. Yet, Andras struggles to remain in place and when she speaks, though a bit nervously, he’s pleased to hear that voice of hers again, though he’s careful to hide it. To remain as impassive as possible. He needed to leave. Now. But the male felt glued to his seat.

Yet, he manages to let a bit of that demon hiding inside him to rise to the surface, enter his eyes and he can’t help but feel a bit surprised that he could scent no fear on her. Perhaps a bit nervous, yet she wasn’t scared of him. That needed to change. He needed to make sure this human woman stayed as far away from him as possible. So, he allows a bit more of that demon to rise to his eyes, darkening them in such a subtle way. His gaze nothing short of lethal as he tilts his head at her, regarding her openly, only looking away to accept the drink that has been delivered to him. “It’s not polite to stare,” he drawls out a bit lazily.

Raising the glass to his lips, he hardly feels the burn that races down his throat before her question has him drawing his hazel eyes back to her. Setting his glass silently on the bar, he shifts in his seat to face her, a leg casually crossing over the other, a humorless smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I can assure you, you don’t want to know,” he states nonchalantly, flicking off a piece of dirt on his sleeve. “Though, it would be rather rude of me to not offer my name,” he ponders, that grin only growing as he continues to inspect the Irish woman before him. How very interesting. “Andras,” he responds with his name after a pause, his hand snaking out to grasp his drink. He very nearly turns back to the bar to ignore her entirely but he can’t help but be intrigued by this girl who has such an effect on him.

“What about you, darling?”

He asks, that snake’s smile dancing upon those lips before he takes another sip of his drink, again ignoring that burning sensation that races down his throat and pools in his stomach. He waits for her name, half hoping she won’t give it to him, her face was already branded into his mind. The Faerie King needed to leave immediately, he knew better to dance with… with whatever this was. Perhaps it was fate. A chance meeting. It could be a number of reasons, including that idea that so prowled the back of his mind currently. With a half a thought, he scoffs internally, slamming down the notion that this human woman could be his mate. It was impossible. Faerie’s did not mate with humans.

Quickly, he shuts it down.

Assuring himself it was a meeting of chance, he ignores that tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach. Allowing that predatory gaze to soften slightly, he doesn’t allow his emotions an inch of room as he continues to stare at her with nothing but boredom. “So, tell me darling. Why are you here alone? Didn’t you know Sacrosanct was dangerous for pretty little things like yourself?”

Andras Steinhello darling



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