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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
    0 employees

    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

when i used to rule the world50.125.73.18Posted On October 30, 2017 at 11:56 PM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word


That final ceramic mug was plucked from the depths of that soapy water, the ivory cup afforded one final rinse before it was gingerly handed off to the man at his side. Alexander's fingers reach into that sink, searching purposefully for that plug that kept the water from draining. "Hm?" He inquired briefly, knowing all too well Matteo's ability to carry on that conversation regardless of whether or not he answered in the first place. Those moments of perfect tranquility such as this had been decidedly rare of late, that cafe had turned into a sort of successful monster of it's own, far more than the Macedonian King had ever wished it to be. Even though that work was decidedly beneath him, there was a bizarre sort of satisfaction to be found within it all - in accomplishing that which the world as a whole would have thought impossible for the King if only for that usual demand of respect he required of others. He watched as Matteo dried off the last of those mugs, balancing it with a sort of precariousness that caused the King's eyebrow to twitch ever so slightly. The last thing he wanted to do was to clean ceramic shards off the clean floors. Even so, his blue-green eyes lifted towards his companion's features, that idle comment of those recent elections prompted a soft snort from the man before he turned, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed. "I think you're just jealous because you haven't figured out how I did it….if I did it." He offered with a small shrug, that innocence persisting all the while.

Alexander watched as that final cup was placed amongst the shelf in perfect order with the rest of it's kind. That inquiry of the rest of those mugs prompted a small nod from the Dark Hunter. "Yes, thank God. I hate cleaning." The comment was little more than a mere grumble, the hunter surely missing that life of luxury he had once been afforded, even if it had been sometime since he had held any sort of servants. This was the exact sort of work he paid someone else to do. He followed his companion through that cafe towards those arm chairs the pair tended to occupy before those large windows, the man entirely content to flop within his own, his blue-green eyes turned towards that street in a nearly indifferent fashion. His own gaze easily found that young woman whom Matteo mentioned, her current state of undress prompted a small snort from his nose. "Women these days. I fear they are used to regretting their outfit choices." He commented easily enough, even if he hardly denied his own latest fancy from dressing in whatever made the timid woman feel the epitome of sensual. Clothes, it seemed, rarely caught his interest, he'd seen the fashion industry shift time and time again even before it was ever really an industry to begin with.

That rather sudden bet, however, quickly reigned his wandering thoughts back to the present, one singular eyebrow rose in an almost dubious nature. Matteo's gift had a way of rendering some of those bets as little more as challenges accepted on pure faith. He had ever suspicion the French fae had cheated him many a times before in the past and yet, he had equally won just as many times on those games of chance they equally tended to engage in. Even though he suspected this offer was hardly as genuine as Matteo made it seem, the Hunter was inclined to accept it all the same. "I suppose then, I should offer then Rousseau of that jaguar you like." He commented with a soft sigh. Truthfully, he had never quite figured out why Matteo had taken such an interest in that bizarre painting of that horse and cat, the masterpiece hardly as breathtaking as some of that art he had acquired and yet, it made for a good bargaining piece all the same. Alexander slumped ever so slightly in that chair, entirely willing to engage his companion whilst the pair waited for those children to make their appearance in that warm, homey little cafe.

It wasn't until some time later that the little bell attached to that front door rang, his gaze quite near instantly following his companion's towards that door only to find himself huffing at that lost bet. Though Dorian was certainly not an unwelcome sight, Alexander despised losing in any sense of the word, even if the game had been rigged against him. A rather pointed look was given towards his companion though the Macedonian King hardly blamed his Godson for his father's actions. "Good evening, Dorian." He responded to that greeting all the same, entirely content to simply listen to the pair, his attention entirely steadfast at the sheer mention of that vampire with whom he still held his reservations of. He had exchanged many a word with the Frenchman over that union and yet, in the end, it always came back to that fate that seemed to thwart them. His thoughts were drawn from that upcoming wedding only by that question that left Dorian's lips. "My daughter." He commented simply enough, hardly explaining that true relationship he held to the Russian woman and yet, as his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze turned towards the window, there was almost a vague hint of….concern hidden in the depths of those Greek accented lyrics. "You know she hates the dark."

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own



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