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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

please don't make any sudden moves50.125.73.18Posted On December 03, 2017 at 12:57 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

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Tetradore was well aware that the threat posed to his sibling was entirely of his own making. If she or her children suffered at the hands of that vile woman whom had taken him captive all those years ago, it would be but him to blame. Although he had every intention of seeking his own freedom from those shackles with the death of himself or her, there was, still, yet another option for the were-horse and his sister. It was an option he had not voiced before, though one he too had considered within those dark hours when that hopelessness proved to be too great. They were, after all, in danger merely because of his own care for them - all of them. Risque had a tendency to tear apart those things, those people he loved, or she enjoyed making a sport of him fulfilling that monstrous role himself. Without Tetradore, however, she would gain no satisfaction from them. She had threatened him with their welfare in the event of his effort to murder her, but she had not once spoken of a consequence of his own simple death. All it took was for him to discern the inner workings of that newfound gift of regeneration and they would be free to find their own way in the world without that darkness hanging over them all the same. Perhaps that too was an option Frost was willing to consider, if he dared to mention it.

His consideration was drawn from that final solution by Frost's sudden utterance as the man moved abruptly back towards the vehicle, those words from his companion mirrored the near perfect mask of apathy Tetradore himself often conveyed to the world at large. He could hardly help that almost bemused simper upon his features as Frost called out that offer for what it was. All that Tetradore inquired was more akin to a reward or trophy to be won then a gift or inheritance. Nothing came without a price - even Nadya. It was a lesson he was certain Frost was becoming well aware of in that singular moment. Despite that almost obsessive facet of that relationship between the pair, Tetradore could hardly help the idle wondering if Frost now found himself regretting his decision to so fastidiously court his sibling. He hardly voiced such a thought, however, instead choosing to formally welcome Frost to their family, even if such a greeting hardly held the same heartfelt tenderness as the welcome that Raven had received.

His head bobbed ever so slightly at that appreciation of those words, and too that acknowledgement of Frost's relationship with his sibling and newfound ties to himself. He had hardly anticipated that simper, of sorts, that brightened Frost's usually stoic features. Perhaps there was something worth salvaging here after all. He took that ice cold beer he was offered, that look of surprise quite clear upon his features at this rather beneficial use of that destructive affinity. Tetradore was altogether content to sip on its contents whilst he listened to those questions that poured from Frost's lips, questions a younger version of Tetradore had once agonized over. That answer came easily enough, those words almost clinical in how logical and removed from emotion they were. It was a coping mechanism Tetradore had long ago employed when he spoke of that dark portion of his life - to merely discuss those painful particulars as if they had happened to someone else. That soft snort he was provided in retort, however, prompted little more than a shake of his head in disagreement. In this, perhaps, he understood Risque almost far too well. "No. He found me once, before I escaped. It was not his... intelligence that made her get bored of him. Tobias does not have guilt. He doesn't care about consequences. He only cares of the present. She enjoys preying on emotions and the mind as much as she does the body." In this, Tobias had been immune from her. She could only touch the deviant with that physical torment and such had only entertained her for so long.

He took a sip of that ice cold beer within his hand, those emerald eyes glanced up at that inquiry he should have anticipated and yet, both of those answers Frost had suggested felt true enough. That laughter upon his companion's lips coaxed a grin upon his own roguish features, only for the were-King to inquire of those other facts the steed required of him in order to take on that mantle Tetradore offered. Tetradore could hardly help that sigh that crossed his lips as he slouched further against that car hood. "No, I have no idea but she has always had shady business acquaintances, those who adore her, and there is her brother. I wouldn't be surprised if he was one of them. She also has a whole zoo of were-cats. Some see her as their savior. I don't know what we are up against but I wouldn't put anything past her." It was that knowledge of what she was capable of that made him most concerned. He had seen whole covens fall to their knees in front of her. She was not to be trifled with.It was that which prompted the man to offer what he had gleamed of those very abilities. "She also can create illusions. They are as real as the air we breathe. You can't trust what you see, you can't trust what you hear, you can't trust what you feel. I thought I've killed her twice now...I was wrong." His arms folded over his chest, the corner of his lips tilted downwards in a frown. Tetradore cleared his throat, continuing on further with what little he could offer his companion. "I've seen her steal the life from men with a single kiss...as for the rest...I don't know."
It wasn't enough, he knew that well and yet, Tetradore was eternally the underdog in this ongoing war with his vampire mistress. He was constantly ill equipped and yet, Tetradore consistently continued to try all the same. That mention of his pack however, prompted a small nod from the man. Those...exceptions, as he liked to call it, needed to be voiced here and now. "Tobias and Raven are getting married. I bought them a house in Oregon as a wedding present. They'll be safe there. As for Henry….he is my Vector. He's new to this whole….were-thing but I think he has potential. I don't ask for you to give him a position in your pack but...give him a chance for one, when you feel he is ready. Please. I also met your Calliel. I offered her a home within the Ark since she left you. I am willing to rescind my offer, if you prefer, in exchange. The rest of the pack is yours to do with as you please, Jackal will help you with the transition. He has the access and knowledge of everything." The fellow had become a sort of trusted confidant when it came to his finances, even if Raven tended to cover the day to day aspect of his more legitimate business.

He hardly expected that almost abrupt statement from Frost's lips, that single comment held both far more knowledge and empathy than even his own sibling had ever offered him. Those emerald eyes turned towards Frost at that sudden drop to companion's tone, the man listening in silence to those words that clearly spoke of Frost's own experiences. Whatever had happened to the fellow had granted him some measure of insight to that life Tetradore all but struggled through. For a moment, he merely stared at the profile of that man beside him, as if he was truly seeing the were-steed for the first time. He understood with some sort of peculiar clarity. It called to a part of him, that bit of his tender soul that had always played the martyr no matter what it cost him. "Be careful when you tell my sister that story. It hurts when she regards you as little more than a disgraced pet. Although, maybe with you, she'll understand. Who the fuck knows." He shook his head ever so slightly, moving on all the same without expecting any sort of reply to that small hint of advice. His shoulder lightly shifted into his companion's in an almost...playful, reassuring fashion. "You'll be fine though, I mean, hell, I've got your back and...some damn ponies and their riders just require a little fear before they all flee...or get eaten" He shrugged ever so slightly, that herd hardly concerned him in the slightest. If Frost was willing to take on his monster, the least he could do was ensure Frost was free of his own nightmare before his death. That comment of that beer case, however, turned his gaze downwards towards that nearly empty case, his lips twisting in a frown. "Eh, I can get another, what's your poison?"



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