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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 14, 2017 at 12:43 PM by vhalla solarn

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

Her knuckles sting with the impact but it felt good to hit something… someone. Perhaps she should have pulled her punch a bit more as the man staggers backwards, his head snapping to the side and blood begins to drip from the cut on his cheek bone. She almost felt bad – almost. Vhalla snarls at him, daring him to say it again, to suggest he pay her to go home with him. This asshole had no idea the shit Ivan put her through, what she had to deal with on a daily basis. She had to take that from Ivan and his repulsive ways, she refused to take it from some stranger. Vhal glares down her nose at the man, noting the way that smirk does not leave his face, however, she’s very aware of his fists tightening at his sides.

She just needed to push him a bit more.

His casual compliment only infuriates the assassin more, those icy eyes of hers turning practically into living flames. The witch was so entirely close to losing control, to demolishing this establishment and all of its patrons. She takes a breath, she would not take her wrath out on innocents. Control. She had learned how to control that fire that flowed through her veins. She follows his gaze towards the ghostly pale bartender and she settles a glare on him, strong enough that would make lesser men run, however, the bartender had nowhere to run. He merely presses his back against the far side, eyes wide at the confrontation the assassin started.

Icy eyes dart back to Laz, brows drawn down in a furious scowl as he chuckles darkly at her. Watching him take a step towards her, she merely goads him with a look, as if saying ‘I dare you’ and still he doesn’t jump at the fact that she hit him first. She knew what she was doing. She knew not many people would hit a woman first (except for in her line of work), unfortunately for them, she used that to her advantage. The next words that drip from his mouth has a malicious smile stretching across Vhalla’s plump lips.

She despised pet names.

“You have no idea,” she hums darkly at him, lifting her left hand only for it to be engulfed in flames. The bartender says something but she ignores him and instead lurches her hand forward, sending that fireball directly towards that man’s face. The fire isn’t meant to hurt him, instead it merely kisses his skin gently with warmth before disappearing altogether. It was merely a distraction as she closes that distance between them, sending a leg out to sweep his feet from beneath him, his body collapsing to the floor with a loud thud. Control. It was the mantra she repeated to herself as she quickly straddles him, her left hand planted on his chest, pinning him in place.

That anger that courses through her body makes her unaware that she has lingering magic within her hand, enough fire to simply burn through his shirt and successfully scorch that skin. Drawing back her right hand, entirely ready to smash his face in, she hears the bartender speaking again and this time she stops herself from punching the man. Her icy eyes slowly travel up to the bartender, who is leaning over the bar, his face white with fear but he stands his ground, “If you both don’t leave I’m going to call the cops,” he stammers out but Vhal merely levels another glare at him before returning her attention back to the man pinned beneath her, the scent of burned skin filling the air. Reining in that magic, she sneers down at him.

“You’re not worth it,” she growls before pulling herself off of him, brushing her black jeans off as if to remove any dirt. Turning on the bartender who scuttles away from her, she merely arches a brow at him. Pulling a small wad of cash out of her pocket, she tosses it on the bar to pay for the broken bottle on the ground before turning on a heel and stepping over the man still on the ground. Glancing down, she grins smugly at him before exiting the club without another word, ignoring the stares she receives and the way the people part to allow her to leave.

Vhalla Solarn

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



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