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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
    3 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
    Barista Beylani Rose

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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

FROST, our lives are built on the death of others50.125.73.18Posted On October 31, 2017 at 12:01 AM by AIDEN TETRADORE

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Truly, it was a shame the way that things had turned out between himself and his sibling. She was so steadfast in her beliefs, oblivious to all the ways in which he had stood up for her in all those situations she seemed content to degrade him in. He was tired of her constant belittling, tired of constantly failing her, tired of his actions never being enough for her. It was easier, in a way, to finally let her go. After all, it was strikingly clear to him that she would never be happy here. She would never be happy with him. She didn't need him. Perhaps, she never really had in the first place. That night afterward that final departure had been difficult for him, even if no tears were spilled and no words were spoken. It was better this way, he knew it was and that near weekly call of Risque's affinity but the day after only confirmed that fact. She was safer away from him and yet, her well being was not the only one that so vexed him. He knew well of the difficult precipice he stood upon. Giving into Risque was not merely an option - it was demanded of him. To seek freedom meant putting the lives of those he cared of at risk and yet….to do nothing allowed her to bound him to servitude with the promise of their lives hanging over him all the same. He had no assurances either way he stepped. If he killed her, there was the fight afterwards of those fail safes she spoke of and if he gave into her, there was every chance she might murder those around him to drive some pointless lesson home regardless. It was enough to drive the were King back to solitude - except, this time, even that was no longer an option for him.

Tetradore had been musing over that singular threat he had offered to Risque ever since that night she had returned. He was incapable of truly killing her, not with her unique affinity for his species. Tobias was too at risk for that same power and Raven was hardly hardened enough to not back down from such a fight. There was one soul that he knew capable of killing Risque. One soul that could potentially offset all that she had in store for him and yet - was he truly prepared to turn to the one being that had brought him as much grief as she had? He had considered it as little more than moving from one guilded cage to the next. Though it certainly would have given into Nadya's desires of him, he had more to consider then just his sibling. There was so much more at stake here.

His fingers ran once again through those curly brown locks, a soft sigh fell from his lips as he eyed that cafe before that parked blue Bugatti. He knew he couldn't afford a fight on both fronts. He didn't have the wherewithal to continue this peculiar dance with Nadya and Frost whilst also attempting to keep things with his vampire mistress in balance. Tetradore knew well that the opposing Alpha could easily strike out at him for this - after all, he had no notion of what lies Nadya had been filling his head with just how much he had hurt her or some such nonsense. Still, given the current state of things, death didn't sound so awful. It was a shame that Risque had stolen even that comfort from him. A scowl crossed his lips at the thought and yet, it was enough to coax the man into action. The were-king stepped from that vehicle his steps entirely purposeful as he made his way towards that cafe. His emerald eyes never once shifted from the figure of that ivory haired man that he'd come all this way to see, even if Frost's back was turned towards him. He moved towards that booth the fellow Alpha occupied only to slide quite fluidly into the seat across from him. Any words he'd planned to offer the man, however, died upon his lips as his gaze fell upon those four cupcake wrappers before Frost, the fifth holding some sort of a...spice...orange colored...cake….thing.

Sweets, it seemed was a common ground that distracted even the most purposeful of individuals. "What...the fuck is that?" He inquired, almost tempted to poke at that white frosting with its orange little carrot on top. Was that leaf thing real? Raven had certainly never attempted to make one of these sorts of cakes. It smelled unlike anything he'd ever had before. His gaze briefly shifted from that cupcake towards Frost himself and yet, Tetradore remained entirely comfortable in that booth across from the man. There was no tautness within his muscles, no indication of discontent. Rather, he appeared the very epitome of placid. He reached for one of those empty wrappers, folding it in on itself almost boredly. "Nadya informed me you were interested in some sort of...truce. Assuming you are for reasons other than just her insisting….and have a few hours to spare….perhaps we might be able to come to a mutually beneficial agreement. I have a twelve pack in the car if you drink….or...I can leave you here with...that." He gestured loosely towards the cupcake, entirely willing to give Frost a choice in this matter. After all, he was about to provide the man more knowledge of himself then perhaps any singular individual upon this world knew, the French fae aside. It was necessary that Frost was a willing participant.



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