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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

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars 166.137.143.80Posted On November 09, 2017 at 5:37 PM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


She wanted to punch him in the throat.

The way that grin stretched across his lips, how he regarded her as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat, she didn’t like it one bit. This piece of ‘meat’ could kick his ass if she really wanted to, what was hidden beneath that clothing attire was nothing short of toned muscle, her body was that of one who trained on a daily basis as per her job description. That low chuckle that rumbles from his throat has Vhalla narrowing her icy blue eyes at him, her hands tightening on her glass enough to make the tips of her fingers turn white. Perhaps she would throw her drink at him, or maybe… maybe she would just throw the glass at his pretty little face instead. The thought amused her and she almost smiled, until he spoke.

The woman, to say the least, was almost surprised that he knew she was a witch and the fact that he knew should have made her wary, perhaps would make her want to finish this conversation as soon as possible and leave. Unfortunately, tonight, it just made her reckless instead. Rolling her eyes at him, she gestures for another drink, the bartender quickly refilling her glass but just as he starts to leave, Vhal’s hand shoots out and grasps the bottle. Her fiery gaze lingering on the bartender until he releases it, allowing her to take the entire bottle.

Content with the outcome, she allows those raging eyes to travel back to the man seated next to her. When he declines her rhetorical question, she gives him a small shrug, “I doubt you could,” she sneers at him, raising the glass to her lips and sipping at the cool liquid this time rather than downing it all in one go. If she hadn’t been so angry, perhaps she would have noticed how very handsome he really was, or that she was sitting next to a Dark Hunter. Honestly, it was such an absurd situation that even Vhalla couldn’t ever imagine herself in.

And when she snarls at him that he was a trashy prick, she’s certain she can detect his own temper rising in that dark laughter. She might have pushed him further or perhaps she would have let him leave without further comment until the next statement that is rolling off his tongue has the assassin instantly freezing. All she could see was red as that fury she so kept at bay rose in a wave, blood roaring in her ears as she turns so fast, she knocks the bottle off the counter. The shattering of the glass is nothing but a distant noise as she curls her hand into a fist and launches herself at the man.

Feeling her fist connect with the man’s face, she holds back only slightly so as not to break any bones. The stinging sensation is a welcome relief though that rage boils under her skin, her eyes turning that much icier as she regards the man she had just punched, “I dare you to say that again,” she growls at him ignoring the bartender who pressed himself against the wall, his face a deathly pale white. Though, the rest of the establishment continues on with business, they draw a few eyes but no one wanted to interfere, at least not yet. That anger so pounded in her ears as she thinks of Ivan, of all the shit he put her, of all the times he sold her off just so he could be in the good graces of one of his friends.

She wouldn’t allow some asshole she didn’t know make a judgement call on her. Though, she wouldn’t admit that she just did the same thing to him. “Oh, did I ruin your pretty face?”

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered



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