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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

The stars in their orbits50.46.99.184Posted On June 07, 2016 at 8:02 PM by NADYA


Nadya Tetradore



Nadya relaxed once more, enough to at least rest without the fear of exploding from within. She offered only the barest of soft grunts to Sam’s question about Aiden, Tobias, and herself living together before the Ark. It was her question about their past that drew more of her attention. Nadya had been so young when it had happened, hardly 5, so her memories of her childhood were splotchy. Only after being told she was adopted had she sought out a witch to have what memories they could reach brought back to her. As such they were worn with time. Aiden had been almost 10 then so knew with much more clarity of life before the destruction of their family.

“Our pack, our family…they were killed when we were little. We were separated the night it happened. Our experiences growing up are very different from each other.” Nadya knew she had had a good childhood in that sense. She had grown up with two loving parents and two older siblings surrounded by a deeply bonded pack. She hadn’t had anything bad happen to her, not even a broken bone or bullying. Of course she had seen the bad happen to other members of the pack. She had witnessed mothers losing their children, kids stuffed in lockers, or drawn on casts over the years. In comparison to what Aiden had endured it was picture perfect. But it wasn’t Nadya’s place to speak about his past to Sam either. Sam’s question told Nadya that he hadn’t already done so. “You’ll have to ask him about his past. I grew up in a different pack; I have nothing to complain about or anything exciting to tell about living there. It would bore you really with how normal it was.”

“If I stay…I lose out on…so much with the twins. If I go…I lose my brother…again. If only…if only there was a way so he’d be happy for it, to see that it could be real.” Nadya shifted to sit up properly now which ceased Sam’s touch on her skin. She could tell Aiden that Frost truly cared until she was blue in the face but she knew it wasn’t her who would be able to convince him of that. She also had doubt Frost meant it and that he would make any effort to convince her brother of his intentions. So she decided to move on from the topic if only to avoid the difficult emotional dilemma that that string came with. “Why can’t you go see your family? It’s not like you’re a vampire that will kill them. You’re a fearie and supposed to be a Queen. You’d think they’d be proud of you for that.” She tilted her head slightly in curiosity. From how Sam acted, Nadya would have a hard time believing that fae’s parents were supernatural phobic.

Nadya shook her head from her internal disbelief and leaned back against the loveseat with a soft sigh. “I don’t know what he does. I mean, I know…a little.” She rolled a shoulder in a shrug. “He runs the Ark…there’s fighting and gambling and drinking.” Nadya slowly stood up and began to gather the pieces of glass from the desktop and tossing them into the trash. “I don’t know the other stuff…there’s…something…He buys and sells I’m sure. He keeps out of the burlesque…I don’t ask him about everything he does.” If it had directly affected her then she probably would have questioned her brother about the paperwork he seemed to loom over so grievously some nights. Nadya turned about to lean back against the table and look back at Sam. “Sorry…why don’t you ask him?”





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