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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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    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
    Assistant Manager 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

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On December 11, 2017 at 8:13 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Unfortunately, Raven did not respond well to anyone that screamed at her or spoke to her in such an aggravated tone. Mentally she would shut down. Her mind doing whatever it could in order to protect the woman. Any time someone yelled at her she was always physically attacked. In order to keep herself safe she would shut down, make herself grow numb, just to ensure she could salvage any well-being she could have. Some were capable or reacting and being pushed when someone hollered at them, but Raven was not that type at all. After explaining to her witch how she couldn’t react well to that sort of treatment, the raven-haired woman vouched that she would not treat her that way, and that Azrael wouldn’t either. Sitting on her stool, shivering from shock, she still noticed how her witch’s boyfriend was attempting to behave himself. Which led the she-wolf attempting to be civil as well. As she explained to him what had occurred only moments ago she noticed how his golden eyes remained locked upon her, making her feel extremely uneasy. She hated attention, every single form of it. His inquiry to be shown the medallion was met with a suspicious look, allowing him to see it just enough for him to observe, before bringing it back close to her. Noticeably wincing there was a look of hurt in her eyes as she looked back at the bloodstained medallion.


It wasn’t fair that the older Were died over this. If it was just an ‘Alpha amulet’ then why in the world would someone kill for it...if it was useless. Someone had to know and the only person she knew that was Icelandic was the white horse. With a look of defeat she sighed softly. It was when Ludo spoke up that caused her head to turn in his direction. A grateful small simper was thrown his way pleased to see someone else didn’t agree that the medallion was useless. There was no need to argue with him on whether or not there was any value in the medallion. He had already made his point crystal clear. She had doubts. She did not want to speak to Frost, but it seemed that she would have to. He did owe her a favor, but she didn’t want to waste it away. If she used that favor for this and it turned out to be nothing then it would have been a complete waste. There was always a chance that favor could be used for something far more important than the probability of this medallion being important or not. Frowning she receded back into her mind thinking things over until she heard the Dark Hunter speak about how even her own testimonial was inadequate. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she looked back up at the man, not irritated with him, but at the council he served.


“It wasn’t just my word. I shared that memory with you all, visual evidence. That should have been enough. It’s heavily biased you know. I come forward and then nothing happens, this really doesn’t help with the Dark Hunters and supernatural creatures relationships.”


If supernatural creatures cannot rely on the Council then what good were they? If the Council came to her for help she had it in mind to simply refuse. If they couldn’t assure her of her very own safety within this city with that damn rogue running about and torturing other creatures then why should she ever do anything for them? Besides, that man found the one individual she was absolutely terrified of. Ever since that night she hadn’t ran into that familiar scent of her very own Father. It would be so much easier if she believed that the return of her Father was nothing more than a ghost. Sadly though she knew otherwise. If they could catch that damn Dark Hunter then maybe, just maybe they could find him. Tetradore said he would handle him, but how could he when he couldn’t be found? She had no interest in going towards Frost directly, not unless it was a last resort. Maybe the Dark Hunter Frost was with was able to show some mercy...although any Dark Hunter with Frost may not be that merciful at all. Taking a sip of her drink she responded weakly.


“Who’s his Dark Hunter, maybe I could ask him to help me get Frost’s testimony. That Dark Hunter shouldn’t be on the street.”


Looking back at the bloodstained medallion she continued to frown pondering. Quietly she listened to the conversation between the two Dark Hunters. The only time she ever saw Dark Hunters conversing amongst one another was when they were hunting or while there was a Council meeting. There were times when she had to appear before them as a representative for her pack, being told the ongoing of the city. Tetradore had no need to attend such things, but she always did relay them to him if he ever asked, which was never. Finishing the rest of her glass she gently set it down looking over at the two of them, watching them carefully. It was that question about her affiliation that made the lupine shake her head, but give him a polite smile all the same.


“I’m not originally from around here, and no, I don’t work for the Council...I don’t belong to a Dark Hunter. Az and I just know each other.”


Blue-grey eyes shifted towards Azrael. Like all Dark Hunters she was aware that they didn’t like being around supernatural creatures, unless they had to be. She wasn’t going to be the one to share his relationship with her witch.


Raven Clocksworth.
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