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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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name? 166.137.143.66Posted On January 09, 2018 at 8:01 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



Miya can’t help but shoot those daggers at the man, her chocolate eyes heated in the aftermath of the encounter. She was furious. Mostly because her emotions were so entirely frayed, there was no normalcy within her life anymore. How she wished she could return to those first few weeks within the city where she was blissfully ignorant to the supernatural world around her. It was as if everyone she had met within the city was some creature or another, the woman hardly wanting to make friends with anyone she met, lest they turn out to be some sort of animal or blood sucking monster, which she had the pleasure of meeting already. Her feelings regarding vampires were that of mixed reviews, having been attacked not terribly long ago within an alley, only to be saved by an awfully strange man, and living with a vampire who didn’t actually eat humans, or at least that was what he claimed.

Miya can feel that headache beginning to form at her temples, the stress from the last few days finally catching up to her. God, she just wanted to… runaway. To leave this city behind. Still, she doesn’t quite succumb to her feelings of self pity as she throws that severe glare at the man, her brows drawn down in a frown as she meets his gaze. Perhaps, under other circumstances, she would have immediately backed down, perhaps would have even blushed beneath that look he gave her. Yet, the demure and shy girl that she was, was long gone, at least for the moment as she folds her arms over her chest, drumming those fingers impatiently against her arm as she listens to his response, his deep tenors snaking along her skin. She’s convinced for the briefest of moments that he would simply leave her here, to deal with these raging emotions alone, something she would altogether be pleased with.

When she bites out her next set of words, she can see the man pause before her, only to turn and face her completely, that hand reaching up to scratch at his chin. She vaguely notes the tattoos that so line his fingers, though she’s entirely too distracted by her anger to let her gaze linger on his hands for long. His next sentence actually has Miya’s mouth opening slightly, her cheeks flushing a bright red as impossibly more anger flashes through those simmering chocolate eyes. “How-how dare you!” She stumbles over her words in that sudden wrath that finds her. “I did not put myself in any sort of situation!” She grounds out grumpily, her fingers digging into each of her arms in the momentary outburst, hardly registering the intensity of his gaze in that moment.

Truly, it was a sight to see; a petite woman angrily scolding a man that was quite nearly double, perhaps, triple her size in every aspect and yet, that filter seemed to have been thrown into the wind. If anything, this man would have been entirely more threatening than the entire group of students that had been shuffling in the alley earlier. Still, Miya can’t seem to stifle that anger in her. Finally, she unfolds her hands to rub at her temples, that headache seemingly to find its way behind her eyes, pounding relentlessly. Closing those simmering eyes for the briefest of moments, she misses the way the man turns his gaze from her, her eyes only peeling open when deep tenors reach her ears again. Dropping her hands to her side, she glares at him, pointing a finger out in his direction, “I don’t know who you think you are, but I think that you’re just a-a sexist jerk!” She shouts at him, taking several steps forward only to catch her foot clumsily on the ground as she’s pitched forward straight into the solid man.

A small noise of surprise emits form the back of her throat as she grasps for purchase on his corded muscle, barely catching herself from falling to the ground. As her fingers dig into his arms, that anger has suddenly vanished in the wake of her clumsiness, her head tilting back to look up at the man. This time, when the color coats her cheeks, its more from embarrassment than anything as the realization sets in at just how very large he was. Frozen in the moment, she stares up at him, her chocolate eyes wide, “Um… I uh…,” her speech is hard to come by now, her hands still firmly planted on his arms.

Miyako Aiken



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