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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 Was Running Around. I Was Chasing A Dream {Open}71.94.239.232Posted On November 19, 2017 at 10:11 PM by Donovan Grey Parker




The day as young, and the air was ripe with a chill that could chill you to the bone. Not even the windows could really stop the air from seeping into the house of Lazarus. The only thing stopping the cold fingers of the Fall air from creeping in, was the soft curtains that would cover the windows up entirely.
Donovan was in a peaceful sleep, unphased by the chill from the small draft of the door. He was sleeping in nothing but his tight, black colored boxer briefs that were a fabric almost like spandex.
His quiet sleep, was interrupted by his alarm going off. The inner beast would reveal itself, as he growled in annoyance.

Slowly opening his eyes at a glacial pace, and would yawn loudly with a mouth wide open, much like an actual Cheetah would; Even stretching out all of his limbs as he would snatch his phone swiftly and shut the alarm off.
“Alright. I’m up you piece of garbage… I don’t even know why I keep you on you when you disrupt my much loved sleep.”
He growled loudly, and would pull his phone down to his chest and put it on the nearby table.
He rolled out of the blankets that he was curled up in, and revealed his well toned body to the room that was surprisingly chilly to him. His first instinct, was to curl back into the blanket, but he didn’t feel like being lazy today.

Donovan stood up and stretched out once more, and would wander off towards the laundry room. This was where he would stash his clothes, and it was pretty much his dressing room. Grabbing a faded pair of grey jeans, a black shirt and insulated jacket that looked almost like a leather jacket, he dressed himself with great ease. He slipped his feet into socks and then slid them into his slip on shoes.
He found himself looking good to his standards, and would grab his wallet from the last pair of jeans he had worn.
“I’d leave a note, but the only one who’d really be upset, is Elain. Hmph. That’s what texts are for anyway.”


He said to himself allowed as he grabbed his phone and would exit through the front door, locking the door with his set of house keys.
Instantly, Donovan would catch multiple scents; Perfumes and colognes that were sprayed at great volume, food being made in multiple houses, and the foul stench of the sewer.
“Ugh. The one part I hate of having such heightened sense of smell.. You smell everything foul.”
He said with great disgust, as he walked off the steps and was greeted by the warmth of the sunlight. He took some joy in this simple thing, as it was one of the few things he actually liked.
And as Lazarus and Elain knew, Donovan was hard to please or impress. His past wouldn’t allow him to find a lot of joy.


Not to mention, he had to be extremely careful. In the back of his mind, he knew if something set him off, he would change and have no control. And that fateful might replay itself.
“Yeah.. That’s not happening now. Not if I have my way about it.”
He thought in his mind, as he would bump into a person enveloped in their phone. The male was greatly annoyed, but that swiftly changed when Donovan let out his animalistic growl that sounded just like a cheetah defending itself from an intruder.
He continued walking through downtown, and taking no pleasure in anything he saw.

That was until he actually saw someone in the sea of faces stick out to him; Not just visually, but their scent. It was different. And it greatly intrigued him.
In usual fashion, he would step back onto a wall and lean on it. Watching, and waiting to see if this person would brave the busy sidewalk and quiet streets to see Donovan.
“The hunter lays a trap for his prey.. And he waits.”
Donovan wasn’t actually wanting to harm someone, but the irony of the situation called for such a line to be used. A stupidly amused grin crossed his lips as he put his hands in his pocket and would now wait.

These Voices Won't Leave Me Alone
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