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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

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars 166.137.143.66Posted On January 08, 2018 at 8:35 PM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


As Vhalla stands on that porch shivering, her hands jammed into those coat pockets, she bangs relentlessly on that door waiting for Ellie to open it. When the girl finally lets her in, the assassin is quick to complain that it was cold, grunting as she moves into the living room. She doesn’t miss the way Ellie watches her amused, the next words falling from her lips only causing the assassin to glance at Elain with narrowed eyes, sniffing in disdain, “It would have ruined the look if I wore a warmer jacket,” she says, entirely pleased with her fully black outfit, that hair of hers stark against the clothing. Pausing, her eyes flash at the woman again, a brow arching at the nickname Ellie dropped. She almost wants to deny it, to tell her no, but thinks better of it. The woman kind of liking it, instead, she flashes her a smile and simply accepts the compliment. “You do too, I can see Laz doesn’t have you on lockdown, I’m pretty certain he wouldn’t let you out of the house wearing that,” she laughs before whipping that fake ID out and presenting it dramatically to Ellie.

“Never doubt me,” Vhalla says simply, an amused expression entering her features as she suggests they go. Ellie’s next comment has the witch furrowing her brows, a frown tugging at the corner of her lip before she sighs, “Fine, I’ll have you back by midnight but only because I don’t want you to have to deal with your prick of a brother. But if we’re late and he beats us back, I’ll handle him,” Vhalla shrugs, grimacing at the thought of having to see him again. Though, Vhalla did feel a little guilty she hadn’t spent much time with Elain, having been far too busy with Ivan and... Lazarus. Their last encounter something she wasn’t entirely sure what to think of. She has to force the memories away, lest that blush creep up her skin. She wasn’t sure if she were a terrible friend that she had drunkenly slept with Ellie’s brother and didn’t tell her.

She didn’t want to deal with this, at least not now.

As they exit the townhouse, Elain slips her arm into Vhalla’s, appreciating the extra warmth from the girl as the stroll down the sidewalk, Vhalla complaining once more about the cold. Ellie is quick to pipe in which only causes the assassin to turn a flower on her, “Still, I’m not made for the cold,” she mumbles, even her fire couldn’t stave off the chill that seeped into her bones. It hardly takes them lot to reach their destination, Vhalla dragging Elain through those doors before flashing their IDs. The assassin is immensely pleased by the way her friend’s eyes go round as she scrambles to take everything in. Her next words bring a grin to Vhalla’s lips, “That’s why I brought you here, you needed to have some fun and that’s never going to happen when you live with your asshole brother,” Vhalla says slyly leading them up to the bar and snagging two chairs.

Quickly ordering two drinks, she sits down, her eyes traveling to Elain as she asks her what she thinks. “Well yeah, not all jars are trashy and dirty, there’s some classier ones out there,” Vhalla laughs as their drinks are placed in front of them. The assassin is quick to reach for hers, sipping on it generously as she pushes that fruity drink into Elian’s hands. Though, it was true, Vhalla hardly ever toured the nicer bars, she tended to find herself at the underground bars, the ones that littered the west side of the city. Shrugging, it was something Ellie didn’t need to know. Turning in her seat, she glances out at the crowd, comfortably settling herself in the chair when Elain suddenly questions the assassin mid sip.

Spluttering, she has to set the glass down as she coughs to rid the liquid from her wind pipe, her mind whirring quickly. Did Elain know? Did Lazarus tell her? Turning those blue eyes on Elain in surprise, she’s unable to stop the sudden blush that tinges her cheeks, barely visible in the strobe lights flashing off the walls. Snapping her mouth shut, she turns to that counter again, grabbing her drink and downing the rest of the liquid, waving a hand for another one. “I might have ran into him again,” she mutters just loud enough for Elain to hear. “As for kicking his ass... no, I haven’t lately,” they had done other things, that involved the bedroom.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered



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