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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

i hope you know my love won't stop108.93.10.156Posted On November 05, 2017 at 9:53 AM by isolt griffin

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


It was speculated by many that to love someone, to truly love them, was to bequeath unto them the power to inflict unimaginable, irrevocable agony, to show them the manner in which they might cause you the most anguish, the most pain... and to trust that they would not. Therefore, it might have been adequately sufficed that it was not lust nor infatuation that was the cornerstone of life's purest love... but trust. Unquestioning, unwavering trust was the foundation of the gift that was true love.

And it was a gift that Isolt had bestowed upon so very few people in the span of both her mortal and immortal lives. Harley held her own piece of Isolt's bleeding heart, as did Tetradore and Yumi, all of them having been allowed to take some parcel of her to keep with them wherever it was that they may go. And Damon. For Damon she had, slowly, peeled back the defenses with which she had taken to guarding herself in the aftermath of her untimely demise so that she might show him her bare, bleeding heart. Over time it had only proven to be his for the taking, his to hold, his to cherish, and his to destroy should the fancy to do so move him. Isolt had felt the breadth of this destruction during Damon's first absence, when she had felt pain of such magnitude that she had been convinced (though she knew of the physicial impossibility) that her heart was broken, that it surely lay in ruin within her chest. Her trust had wavered then, the finest silk in the midst of a hurricane.

It had wavered then, and it wavered now.

Heavy lids drifted to a close over azure eyes at the summons from her doorstep, knowing in some etherreal way that it was him. To deny that the consideration of not answering flittered across her mind would have been disingenuous; what would it have been like for him to experience this wretched feeling of abandonment? To feel the icy chill of loneliness as it swept through every part of him? She may never come to know the answer, for she cannot bring herself to ignore his presence at her door. The auburn-haired woman makes slow work of the distance from her bedroom to the foyer, the thin sweater she wears hanging loosely from her otherwise-bare shoulders, a waterfall of silken fire cast over one of them.

Her eyes, as crystalline as ever they had been, were cast in the shade of her trepidation as she eased the door ajar to look upon him. They linger in silence for a heavy moment before she turns from him, leaving the door ajar in some manner of unspoken invitation until she halts within the kitchen she shares with Yumi. "You can't just leave without saying anything and then come back with roses and expect for everything to be okay," she issues to the empty kitchen, either unable or unwilling to look upon the man behind her.



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