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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

but from what i know of desire120.154.95.146Posted On January 02, 2018 at 11:48 PM by Rixon Leifsson

we built this city on broken glass



She was a bold sort of woman. Frost readily deducing that very part off her eager nature within moments. The woman poking at him with some sort of teasing delight as if the very action proved how entirely unafraid of him she was. She alone, in the depths of tht cafe, the sole being willing to taunt at him- so to speak and yet Frost hardly found he minded. Daring women were a rarity. That spirit of sorts within her alluring in its own fashion even if another part of him near relished the challenge of seeing how long it would take to snap and break her like a twig. Either way that very boldness was a blessing and a curse all at once. Frost inclined to wonder just how many times her lack of boundaries had gotten her into trouble or in the very least, into a situation she hardly desired to be in. The man finding a curiosity of sorts in this woman whom was so vastly different from his own stoic, often cold nature. Frost hardly known for his conversation or his humor. The vast majority of that city determined to flee at the sight of him and yet that reputation, true or otherwise, had worked in his favour for several years now. The man seeing little need to dissuade it. His demeanor remaining decidedly frosty even despite that hint of amusement he seemed to find in his companions actions. The vampire declaring him to be sharp, as if his effortlessly discovery off her species and taken some terrible great still. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised most others had so seemingly failed to learn what she was. Most people were utterly vapid at the best of times. Frost meeting her gaze once more as those cool lyrics fell from his lips again in that same almost emotionless fashion.

“You have no heat signature. No other species save a vampire can maintain that lack of warmth and be alive. You also smell like death- no offense- all your kind smells that way to us.”

Were’s after all, were near notorious for their sense of smell even within human form. Frost easily capable of picking out that scent amongst the others within the cafe. The stallion seeing little need not to inform the woman of exactly how he had come to that conclusion of her species before she provided that comment on her own eating habits. He had never seen any need to query a vampire on exactly what or how they ate outside of blood. Frost momentarily finding himself almost intrigued at this idea of just what else a vampire could sustain themselves on. That quip about garlic prompting that soft snort from his nose and yet that good humor continued to prevail all the same even despite that expressionless facade he seemed to maintain so effortlessly.

“I suspect you will find the cupcake garlic free- somehow.”

Why a cupcake would ever have garlic in it he hardly knew. His features frowning slightly in disdain at even the thought as the woman chuckled. Either she was already drunk or she simple had a more optimistic nature, even despite her quips. The vampire woman seeming all too keen to engage him in that conversation as so few were, his own near stoic answers hardly seeming to deter her as she continued. Hmm. An admirable personality trait really. Frost affording her that near blunt assurance that he did, indeed, take some measure of joy out of upsetting the staff- as if such a thing was not obvious to begin with. Frost neither ashamed nor concerned with admitting that simple truth. It wasn’t as if Alexander didn’t know about it and truly, as far as he was concerned, those staff should bring him those treats as he desired them. The woman promising to be more observant next time as that smile tugged at his own lips.

“Good. I look forward to it.”

He offered readily, that faintest nod of his head punctuating that simple sentence as his fingers continued to drum against the wood of that table near absentmindedly, that white forelock of hair falling back over his eyes again. The woman daring then to ask those questions so few ever did. Frost readily content to reward that audacity with his own. After all, he had little to hide in that regard. If she was bold enough to ask he saw little need not to afford her that blatant, blunt honesty that seemed to catch more off guard then any attempt to shield that truth ever did. Frost content to afford her just enough of that tale as to offer that answer without truly offering her those more potent details he hardly cared to think on himself. The woman seemed genuinely surprised by that answer then. That near flirtatious assurance those modifications made through that selective breeding to his own set of genetics had surely paid off prompting that more genuine chuckle from him now.

“I will take that as a compliment. As for my nose- I’m a Werehorse. I think the nose is a given.”

Those words remained equally teasing all the same, horses, after all, possessed a longer nose than most animals. Frost content to play upon her words, even at his own expense. The man taking that moment of distraction to reach forward and pluck that coffee from her cool hands before bringing it to his own lips. She had been the one to demand they share, after all. The bite of that alcohol hardly unnoticed. Even if it lacked the strength of his own native liquor. It was stronger then he’d anticipated for so early in the evening all the same. The vampire reached abruptly forward then, Frost merely eyeing her curiously though he made little effort to move his hands as she gripped then, adding only more alcohol to that drink before lifting that cup to her own lips. Hmm. Someone wasn’t afraid of a hangover. Frost half inclined to wonder whether vampires were even capable of achieving that state on inebriation. His comment on that very drinking prompting a short laugh from the woman before declaring her roommate was the reason for that alcoholic binge. The vampire content to admit to her apparent alcoholism in the same blunt fashion he’d admitted to his own beginnings. Admirable. He supposed. At least she owned it. At least she knew damn well who she was- even if she claimed she didn’t steal lives.

“How exactly are you not typical, hmm?”

Her drunkenness aside, that query on cupcakes almost inspiring the stallion to pilfer another before the woman's phone proceeded to buzz, the vampire tapping away at it but abruptly standing and all but rushing out of that room. Frost merely watching her go with some mild hint of surprise on his features. That the fastest exit he had seen in a long time. He rose easily from the table in turn, plucking another cupcake from the stand as he went before trailing lackadaisically out of that cafe and onto the street. Now where had that woman gone…..

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