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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.

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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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On December 05, 2017 at 10:45 AM by Raven Clocksworth

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

With fall gone and the putrid stench of pumpkin spice no longer filling the air, the winter season was now here! It seemed everyone had been done with Thanksgiving before it even began! As soon as Halloween was over all the shops had taken down their orange and black and replaced it with bright colors of red, green, gold, blue, and silver! Not to mention the shops seemed to want to start playing Christmas music early...way too early that should be accepted in society. Then again society is usually wrong about a lot of things. Maybe with how everything seemed to be going south everyone just wanted to have some sort of cheerful life, and maybe that was why everyone seemed so eager to bring forth that holiday cheer. It was already December and there was only twenty more days until Christmas. Luckily for her she had already done most of her Christmas shopping for her pack. The gifts were wrapped and hidden, well-hidden, because she knew damn well those boys of hers would have found them...and unwrapped them. She wanted them to be completely surprised and they wouldn’t be so if they ruined their own surprises. It’s amazing how easy it was to hide something in Sacrosanct without the Were-King and her deviant fiancée be aware. Raven found it quite funny when Tobias would point at the unwrapped present under the tree that had his name on it. Every time they walked past the decorative tree, he would proudly proclaim he hadn’t unwrapped it, pointing it out clearly to her to make sure she saw it, hiding a small simper. There was nothing in that unwrapped box, but she was still pleased to see he was at least trying.


When the boys were off doing whatever it was they liked to do together the she-wolf spent her time in the Inner Sanctum, curled up in one of the darker booths in the corner, with a new book to devour. Though today she could hardly focus on reading her book. It had taken her nearly an hour for her to actually move on past the 10th sentence on the page. The ringing and buzzing in her head was ruining her moment of peace and quiet. Dismayed at her ability to even concentrate she slammed her book shut, growling softly, as she pulled the drapes away from her corner booth. With a half-hearted smile to the blonde barista she handed her book, knowing that it would be lying in wait for her, behind the counter for her next visit. With a sigh she pulled the hood up from her faded black hoodie, keeping her head down as she exited the café. She hated it when others stared at her. Of course they stared at her scarred face or when her deviant mate was doing something...unusual. However, since her visit with her Fae King friend, the paparazzi had her photo plastered on various celebrity media, and some folks had been recognizing her lately. It didn’t help that her scarred face was the reason her identity was familiar. Usually when others recognized her she would give them a small smile and continue on her way, but today she wasn’t in the mood to appear friendly or even cheerful for that matter.


The buzzing in her head seemed to intensify with every step she took on the pavement. Clutching the side of her head she allowed her fingers to rub her temple hoping that would ease it some. Unbeknownst to her she accidentally stumbled on her own feet, leaning into a tall man dressed in a business suit, who seemed quite aggravated by her misstep, that he deliberately shoved her to the side of the building. With a sharp yelp her side and shoulder slammed into the corner of the building, and then proceeded to stumble into the man the male waring a leather jacket, leaning up against the wall. Using her telekinesis she managed to catch herself from falling, easily lifting herself back onto her own two feet while trying to keep the man upright. Tilting her head upwards, her hand still holding onto the side of her head, she gave the man a sympathetic smile, her soft voice holding an apologetic tone.


“I’m so sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to fall on you. Are you all right?”


Raven Clocksworth.
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