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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

when i used to rule the world50.46.99.184Posted On June 01, 2016 at 9:51 PM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

It was quite the marvel the way that times had changed since the year of his birth. Back in those days, meat had been their primary source of nutrients, followed only by some of the most basic of vegetables. Things like bananas and pineapples were all together foreign for the man and, infact, food was by far one of the perks of his conquests - indulging in the delicacies that the Egyptians and Persia had which Macedonia altogether lacked. This new found desire to somehow eat only of the earth for some ridiculous notion that the animals somehow suffered or that their lives were more valuable this way entirely confounded the Macedonian King and yet, he had always done his best to at least be tolerant of other's beliefs, regardless of how obscene he thought they were. It was this attribute that he was hailed for during his years of a conquest and a trait that still remained steadfast within him, still, he couldn't help the way his eyebrows raised or the look that he gave her.

Regardless, he listened to the young girl's explanation in relative silence, easily putting together the puzzle pieces of her life. She was a were - that he knew plainly and if this eating habit had only begun recently then he could only guess she'd been turned in the past few years...into a herbivore. "So, what is it then, Rabbit? Goat?" He inquired, turning his attention back towards the meat on his place before gingerly taking a bit with his fork. "...Don't tell me you're a were-deer. It you got bit by a god damned deer, you deserve it." He pointed his fork at her before placing the bit in his mouth, entirely willing to admit that he knew exactly what she was. After all, there was no one else around and, eventually, her own sense would surely kick in and then hiding it would be entirely moot. At least, such had been his thought process until the mention of a vastly more riveting subject - history. History, and the men within them, was vastly more interesting to the man if only because he had lived within it and too entangled himself in some way or another in each of the world's most noteable wars. War was one aspect that he remained entirely successful within, his own slate remained untainted, his record unbeaten and yet, to his greatest sadness, the world remained unaware of his continual success. The conqueror had his chance to make his mark and now the councils had bound him to some stupid oath of anonymity.

Still, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the woman's words, his blue-green gaze narrowing slightly yet he hardly commented. As much as he hated to admit it, the past few years, the King was becoming startling used to the naive and their rather pointed lack of respect. Running the coffee shop had certainly shown him the more flippant side of individuals. He dipped his fork into his mashed potatoes before too placing them in his mouth, remaining altogether silent on his own thoughts on each of the names that she mentioned. In fact, it wasn't until the mention of his own name that Alexander even so much as reacted. A rather audible snort left his nose at the young woman's comment, his head shaking ever so slightly, "Or get turned into a Dark Hunter." He responded, more to himself then the woman across from him. After all, he hadn't wanted to be the thing he was now, not initially - but he was dying and there had still been so much he had wanted to do and so, naively, he had grasped onto any lifeline he could, leading him to exactly where he was today. Here. With his name printed in a history book and a young girl calling him one of the good ones without the slightest idea that she was sitting before him.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own




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