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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
    0 employees

    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

i'm more alive than i've ever been108.93.10.156Posted On June 19, 2016 at 5:36 PM by isolt griffin


there's something in the way


These were the nights that found her lamenting Damon's departure moreso than usual, the fist of abandonment clenched tight about a heart that would beat nevermore... and yet it bled for a love lost to the ether. These were the nights, when the pub was bustling and the sounds of laughter and music filled every lit corner, that found Isolt feeling most isolated. Exiled to the oasis-mirage of her own considerations, her own thoughts a silent storm meant solely for her to endure.

And yet these were also the nights that, despite all else, gave her some small dusty ray of hope that she was capable of all that had been placed upon her shoulders. She had managed to somehow catch the pieces of what Damon had broken and soldier on, with Chizue there at her side for every moment of weakness, for every near-collapse. They had bolstered what had been left to teeter at the precipice of catastrophe with Damon's sudden absense, and they had claimed the pub as their own as if it had always been this way. And, perhaps as daunting as any of it, Isolt had ascended to fill the proverbial shoes left vacant at the apex of their coven's societal edifice. Supreme. It remained a bit of foreign nomenclature even in the confines of her own headspace, a thing she never would have fathomed might one day be used to define her.

The business of networking for the coven, of constructing bridges so that others might rally with them, percolated through Isolt's mind as her eyes scanned the writhing mass of bodies that shuffled about Red on the Water, their raucous laughter drawing the most delicate simper to her plush lips. Until, of course, they fell upon the darkly alluring figure of a lone woman perched at the bar nursing a glass of their decidedly-expensive red wine... not a staple chosen by any of the noted regulars. The curse that rode the woman's whispered breath drew Isolt forwards, meeting the brunette damsel across the glossed wooden slope of the bar. "Is there something I can help you with?"

isolt griffin


love is never enough



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