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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

hello, darling69.145.144.152Posted On May 19, 2017 at 5:55 PM by Andras Stein

death incarnate & night triumphant

The scent of her fear wafts into his nostrils, though he starts involuntarily. Her scent was intoxicating and not only that, though her body screamed at her to fear him he could scent that she wasn’t entirely scared of him, there was a curiosity that so danced within her that even has Andras pausing. Watching her carefully as her spine goes ramrod straight, he arches a brow, intrigued by her sudden change of state. As her eyes meet his, he’s delighted to see the challenge there that has him yearning to meet her halfway. How he wanted to show her just how terrifying her truly could be, yet… not. Andras was certain he needed to scare her off but the man had a sinking feeling that if he were to attempt to intimidate this woman, she would come back at him with as good as he gave.

Perhaps if he let those wings out for a while, that would keep her awake at night.

Immediately squashing the thought, he watches as that frown mars her features, creasing the skin between her brows. Without thinking, he reaches out a hand and brushes at the frown on her features, his fingers smoothing out the lines, his midnight eyes glancing at her emotionlessly, “You’ll have wrinkles if you frown like that,” he says quietly, that half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth again. Dropping his hand back to his drink, he curses himself internally for allowing himself to touch her. The sensation of her skin upon his tingles up his arm as he so desires to clench his hand into a fist, yet he allows his fingers to remain slack around his drink.

Carefully poised. Ever the cool and calculating Faerie Lord.

When she speaks his name quietly, his eyes widen a fraction of an inch as her voice clangs through him. It very nearly knocks him out of his chair as he very nearly begs her to say his name again. Sucking in a breath, he quickly plays it off as a dark chuckle, “Yes, darling?” he asks, kicking himself for being such a prick. When she extends her hand, he regards it briefly before gripping it in his much larger hand. A sort of shock races up his arm at her touch and he recoils from her hand much quicker than he would have liked, his heart hammering in his chest.

As she offers her name, Andras gives her a wicked smile, “Well, Aine dear, you have a very unusual name,” he comments, noting the bluish that’s beginning to creep up her neck and filtering into her cheeks, “No need to be embarrassed, you can stare all you like,” he offers her a wink, lifting his drink to his lips, “I know I’m devilishly handsome,” he states before polishing his drink off. Allowing their conversation to move on, he stifles that predator within him, allowing that darkness to be pulled within him as he questions her about why she was here. His eyes instantly dart to her lower lip as Aine sucks it in, chewing on it thoughtfully or perhaps nervously. Eyes darkening slightly, it is an effort to draw his midnight eyes away from her lips and to her eyes again. “And have you found yourself a little piece of home here?” he questions.

Andras knew well enough he was walking a dangerous line. He was in treacherous territory, yet the man couldn’t help himself as he casually sidles a bit closer to the human woman. He decided then and there, he would ask this question and leave, he would never allow himself to see her again, but he would allow himself this bit of peace. It was the least he could do, the woman had indeed stood up to him. He could only count on one hand how many people have stood up to him before. She was utterly intriguing by the way she did not fear him, did not fear that predator that so coiled beneath his skin. Most humans would have been making an excuse to leave, to run and hide, to abandon Sacrosanct. Yet, Aine didn’t. Andras was fascinated.

Andras Steinhello darling



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