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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 31, 2017 at 12:21 AM by Raven Clocksworth

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

You don’t just kill someone over a piece of medal that doesn’t have any sort of significance. There had to be a reason why that rouge Hunter decided to kill an innocent Were for it. Even though Azrael was adamant about dismissing its purpose or value, the young woman couldn’t help, but think he was entirely wrong. Maybe he knew something and he didn’t want to tell her? Maybe he really didn’t know anything at all. And yet she was sure that this piece of medal meant something. Dark Hunters were entirely troublesome, all of them were. In an ideal world Dark Hunters would be trustworthy. She could rely on them to do their job. Protect and serve the humans and supernatural creatures. In other cities, even other countries, there was proof that there could be peace between the supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, Sacrosanct was not going to be a city like that, and she doubted it would ever be. Going to the Council and sharing her turmoil was a show that she was willing to work with them in this problem, and should any other problems arise, they could rely on her for any form of assistance. Hearing them deny her request to go after the Dark Hunter that caused her and Frost harm was crushing. But hearing Azrael explain that the Council didn’t even trust the memory she shared, or even that it was possibly not even valid, well that was devastating. Raven hardly trusted anyone these days and now she had no real reason to trust any of them now. Mentally the lupine vowed she would not be so forthcoming anymore. Telling her Alpha about her Father and the rogue Dark Hunter was a wise decision, because next time ether one crossed her path while she was with her pack, they would be taken down. And at this point in time she didn’t really care if the Council would approve or not.


Blue-grey eyes stared directly into his own. She could feel her shoulders rising upwards as if she was preparing herself to snap back at him. Yelling at him wouldn’t help her out. Rather it would make the progress of their relationship quite pointless to even continue. The she-wolf wanted to make sure that their relationship would affect the one she had with her raven-haired witch. That woman was her closest friend and she didn’t want to jeopardize it. Looking away from him she glared at the stack of alcohol bottles that sat perfectly on the shelves. Inhaling sharply, she slowly exhaled, feeling her shoulders lower, as she attempted to drop the subject. She would only look at him when she heard him mention he would do what he could. She didn’t believe him, but she didn’t show it. Instead she nodded quietly looking down at her drink. If she could talk to Frost’s owner, maybe they could persuade the damn Were Horse to talk. That she wasn’t allowed to know because it was classified was absolutely preposterous. There was more than one way to skin a cat and she would figure that piece of information without Azrael. One eyebrow rose as she replied back without any hesitation.


“Is it really a murder, when the victim is still alive? As for me, Hell just isn’t ready for me yet.”


When you tell someone no, they aren’t always going to obey. Already the lupine was mentally making plans on just how she was going to meet Frost again. The last time she saw him they were being tortured in whatever hell hole the Dark Hunter had them in. He owed her a favor anyways. When she wanted a day to herself or when the boys were out and about she would always go to the café and spend her day curled up with a really good book. Within the dark corner of the café she noticed that he would appear eating the sweets in the café. They never said a word together nor did they ever make direct eye contact. That café was neutral grounds and it would remain that way. Perhaps that is where she can meet him. In a public place. So, if he wanted to make a scene, he would have his audience. While the Dark Hunters conversed with each other the she-wolf was quietly trying to recall what days or times Frost usually showed up at the café, and trying to figure out just what she wanted to say to him. Because there was a lot. It was the mention of her friend Dorian that brought the lupine back to the conversation at hand. Happily she chirped up looking over at the two of them.


”The King of Italy and I are good friends, I think you would like him Ludo. He is actually genuinely kind-hearted. And yes, he is marrying an Englishman.”


By no means did her voice hold a haughty air to it or even a tinge of bragging. Raven never told anyone else that she was friends with Dorian. However, within the presence of an Italian Dark Hunter she didn’t think there was anything wrong admitting to this particular friendship. As for Azrael she didn’t care whether or not he knew, or even if he wanted to add that to whatever record the Council has of any of them. That someone like her spent time with someone of royalty let alone was even friends with them may seem absolutely impossible, and yet it wasn’t. In fact she had a drawing of his within a book tucked away neatly on her dresser within her bedroom. Surely that would be the perfect show of authentication, but she could also show proof just by flipping out her phone and revealing his private number. However, she would never do such a thing. They never conversed about the topic, but the two of them already knew she was one to be trusted. Raven would never want to betray that trust. Even though she replied civilly to his question about any involvement with the Council, she shot Azrael a look that screamed ‘really, it was an innocent question?’ Politely she rebutted his comment about just what species Councils work with.


“Yea, but some Councils in other places employ a Canine Unit. Now they are trying with Avian species for resonance missions. Perhaps this Council should be a bit more...progressive?”


Was she purposefully annoying Azrael? Yes. She had been behaving pretty well, but some old habits were hard to get rid of. She threw him a small innocent grin as she returned her focus to Ludo. She didn’t want to relay to Ludo the details between herself and Azrael. It wasn’t her place to tell about his relationship with her witch. That mention though of their relationship was answered with a slow nod, but it would stop when she heard that teasing compliment. Blue-grey eyes widen in shock a bit taken aback. She would be telling this to Sera next time they are together...she needed to b ware of it, because...well she needed to know! It was Ludo’s question about them that made her tilt her head to the side a bit puzzled. She hardly knew the man and she didn’t really want to divulge in everything going on in her life, and she doubted Tetradore would want two Dark Hunters sniffing about the Ark. With a shrug she replied innocently. If he wanted specifics then he should ask.


“Um...I live here, so...that’s what I’ll be doing.”


Raven Clocksworth.
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