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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

There's no denying I've torn apart my insides;184.148.34.212Posted On June 29, 2017 at 10:53 AM by HARLEY WESTWARD




We're all rotten, buried and forgotten,

Living it up underground




Attached is just Harley's part in which you may have already read in the previous posty <3 tadaa,
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Harley had enough time to steep going through the various curses and the total bullshit of this entire situation. She was convinced Amor was too far gone to even truly care what happened to her. What was the point of bringing her here of all places when Harley was perfectly content minding her own damn business? It was easy to cling to that rage that drowned out the fear that dared to bubble up from beneath the surface and take over her entirely. Risque had inflicted all kinds of torment upon her once upon a time. She was one of the reasons that ripped her and her Amor apart in the first place. She had almost died by her hand all those years ago with her meddling. This family was all kinds of fucked up, she knew it. Yet here she was, dragged here against her own will. Risque had already won. Could she not see it? Why stir a pot that was already empty?

Harley’s human heart hammered uncontrollable and irregular. She fought to escape from Risque’s grip, but against the vampire’s strength, she is helpless. It didn’t mean she didn’t have just give up and take it. She would rather be mauled and killed mercifully by her felines than by Risque’s own sadistic hand. The violet eyed woman at least managed to scratch and leave her mark on the vampire’s cold pale flesh, in those attempts to escape her. But she had already healed from those shallow gouges. It was pointless, despite feeling good to receive some kind of retribution from being plucked from her own door step. Why didn’t she just kill her and be done with it? She tried to tell her that the bite marks were nothing, but she ignores her as if she was a mere fly buzzing around her head.

The entourage, if you could call this eclectic group that sliced right into the back where undoubtedly Amor would be. Anxiety rises like bile within her, the thought of seeing him again was almost enough to drive her mad. Not that she would ever admit it but her mind reeled with that encounter those nights ago, those marks on her neck itched like a bitch now that they scabbed over. It was no doubt they would leave a scar. They burst through the door with the force that they were, the door was just opening as another vampire slips out of the room. She could have sworn the man looking familiar.

The door slammed wide open with the force of the cats rushing through, they nearly took out and obliterated the damn door. It was when Harley saw him that her heart nearly stopped in her chest. She threw up her hands helplessly within Risque’s grasp as she dangled there, her jacket digging into her neck. “I told her you don’t give a shit, but the old cat lady is hard of hearing.” Her tone is unamused and elevated specific words to try and nail her point home. Her features pulled tight into a frown, dammit this was embarrassing. Her fingers curled into the palms of her hand out of sheer frustration. She hated feeling this weak almost as much as being forced to face the man that haunted her dreams and nightmares.
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Harlequin Ray Westward






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