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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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::203.101.243.92Posted On March 28, 2016 at 2:45 AM by Tobias


The shock he has caused the fae woman seems to go unnoticed, the shaggy-haired young man content to examine his prize, the majority of the bar seeming to have gone back to their evenings. After all, he is well known within these parts and is thusly ignored by those either unconcerned or unwilling to dare confront the often volatile leopard. Those who do not know him seeming to have taken cues from those around them and merely left the boy to the task he has set himself beneath the unfortunate girls table. She moves, shifts, coming to deal down beside him and for a moment those impossibly dark eyes flicker towards her to meet her own gaze. She speaks and he listens, pausing in his actions to do so, his idol muttering halted and yet whether he understands her words remains to be seen, the young man simply frowning, frustration seeming to mar his youthful features a moment before his gaze cuts suddenly to her again with narrowed eyes. He does not…understand what she is saying, his mind incapable of such a mental reach as to identify self within a question not truly a question- but a statement of his own existence. Indeed, in this area, Tobias is rendered dangerously inept. Sarcasm, colloquialism, sentences that require an understanding of a higher plane of existence much less any realisation of self are, sadly, outside of his reach for the most part, his mind unable to fixate on such things, the line between animal and man a dangerously thin one when it comes to the Nightshade Beta as he continues to scowl at his new companion.

“I…am not…You. I am…Tobi.”

That he believes the woman to be confused, that he believes her to think his name is You, is evidently clear now, the Were correcting her now in those broken, forced words, each syllable a struggle though he manages all the same. She reaches suddenly towards him, each muscle tensing rapidly in the creature as if he attempts to decide within mere seconds as to whether the woman is deserving of a bite, eyeing her warily like an animal within the zoo before she gestures to the prize he has pilfered. His grip upon it only tightens , pulling it further from her reach, evidently unwilling to return it as she speaks once more and his head tilts slightly to the side like a curious puppy.

“It……does things?”

One eye lifts ever so slightly, a learned facial expression, his inability to truly perceive emotion assuring near all his expressions are merely copied from those around him, applied to situations in the same manner in which he has seen them applied- his grip still steadfast upon the broach before he seems, suddenly, to soften, holding it out towards her now, permitting her to take it as he reaches for his own lamb shank bone. It is far larger, far tastier and thusly far superior to his mind and yet like a child he remains determined to have what he simply does not.

“Do you…want to trade?”

He is nothing if not cunning- dangerously so, when the mood should strike him, handsome young features arranging suddenly to mimic the smile he has been offered by the girl. Yet it hardly reaches his gaze, making the look seem oddly misplaced upon him before it drops entirely once more and he shuffles slightly closer to the girl. There is something….wrong with him, perhaps, or so they are content to say- so many fearing what they don’t understand and yet for now at least no scent of fear lingers from the woman.

“Show me.”



madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push




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