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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 July 17, 2016 at 5:47 PM by isolt griffin


there's something in the way


Had she possessed the ability to allow herself access to the private musings of others, the things that went unsaid, Isolt would have sighed at this woman's considerations. Her assumptions and the conflict of pride and posterity that raged beyond eyes that, to her merit, surrendered not a shred of the happenings beyond. The young Supreme knew quite well what she was up against, what she would continue to be up against in her endeavor to cultivate relationships and to ensure that her coven, their coven, not only survived but flourished. They were, as monarchs of the nighttime hours, a species marked by their independence, perhaps destined by their immortality to be solitary and to meet any manner of union with reluctance born of pride. Isolt suspected with some level of certainty that they thought she wished to pilfer this from them, to tear down the dignity that had, in many cases, been decades, centuries even, in the making.

The truth was, in fact, quite the opposite.

The redheaded damsel eyes the woman opposite her for a long, silent moment, knowing as well as she that the sought one had been found. Delicately does she place herself upon the glossed surface of the barstool opposite the admittedly glamorous woman, sweeping a few stray strands of copper to rest behind her ear before allowing azure eyes to meet those of her impromptu companion. "Isolt Griffin," she offers along with a falsely-delicate hand. "But... I get the feeling you already knew that. What brings you here?"

isolt griffin


love is never enough



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