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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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    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
    3 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
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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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

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

ice, ice baby139.168.117.40Posted On February 09, 2018 at 1:46 PM by Rixon Leifsson

we built this city on broken glass

He knew well what he did in those subtle few moments. Frost wholly aware of the weight of his gaze and the subtle press of each and every purposeful action he afforded the pair. The man so purposely making little effort to subject Beylani to anything less then that more domineering side of his nature. He enjoyed watching her squirm. He enjoyed watching her cling to that tiny scrap of confidence like a dog with a scrap. As if some tiny part of her was determined to rebel all the same. As if she believed she could. How very endearing. The woman had, likely, met very few Were’s in her life. Frost entirely willing to believe that she had met even fewer Alpha’s. After all, his own species were hardly the only ones affected by an Alpha’s presence even if they hardly knew or understood those feelings that often seemed to stir within them. Domination and submission were natural for all species, even if more pronounced in Were’s and yet, Were or not, Frost remained content to watch the blue-eyed woman become more and more uneasy with each passing moment as her confidence trickled lightly away. The stallion offering her that reprieve from his gaze only as the young Hunter woman spoke. The equine content to find this girl far more pleasing. She was naturally...submissive by nature and yet she was hardly cowardly, rather, she afforded him no challenge, she brought cake and for that reason alone Frost was perhaps more inclined to favour her. His demeanor shifting ever so slightly to something decidedly more placid as she gleefully asked whether or not he could read the thoughts of the man whom eyed the pastry case. His head subtly nodded once more.

“I can. He is trying to decide between a custard tart and vanilla slice. He favours the slice more.”

It was barely a second later before that very man pointed to the slice, only for the waitress on duty to retrieve it for him, Frost allowing one eye to raise upward in some vein of amusement as that simper dared to dance lightly upon his lips once more and for Ellie alone. Frost affording her that simple comment towards her baking. Praise from the stallion a decidedly rare thing in any sense and yet her sudden offer to make him more so seemed to inspire that rarely seen genuine touch of surprise to his features. Such an emotion flickering across his face before he moved to control it once more. Returning his facade to that apathetic exterior as the woman assured him she would be here again next week if he desired more. What a truly curious woman she was. Another nod of his head simply given.

“I will meet you here next week then.”

He offered simply, agreeing easily to her plans as that near radiant smile danced across her features. Frost once more near at a loss to understand the simple….goodness of the woman. As if she still held some measure of faith in this ridiculous world, as if she still believed people were inherently….good. How harsh that reality would strike her. How unfortunate it would be the day someone broke her heart or crushed her soul or tore her apart. It would happen. It always did. No one could survive without that inevitable fall and yet the equine found himself near displeased to consider she would surely one day lose that excitable demeanor. Foolish though it was of her to possess to begin with. Perhaps she reminded him of Micah and Isabella- in a way- that innocent naivety endearing in some fashion. A part of him almost inclined to protect it as he had done for the children when he had dragged the bodies of those hunters away, one dead from Nadya’s power, the others throat torn out from his own teeth- because they were still to young to face the realities of the world. Ellie was….almost the same. Frost drawn from his own thoughts then to consider those eye colours once more. Ellie seeming to find a fascination in them. Her comment on those eyes of daffodil yellow prompting that soft snort of amusement from him, his lips near daring to twitch into a smile before his attention returned to Beylani. That shift in demeanor near equivalent to a cold snap in the wether once more.

Even the tone of his voice so shifting into something decidedly cooler as he regarded her again. The little fool who had so taken up attempting to rise to meet that unspoken challenge in that game of dominance Ellie seemed utterly oblivious to the occurrence off. The woman assuring him she did not always attempt to please others with her words, though she hardly lied to them- if that was the implication he afforded her. Another soft snort erupting from the depths off his throat then. This one, however, hardly held that same gentle warmth as the sound he had offered Ellie. That snort presented to Baylani near laced with that singular disbelief.

“You don’t lie? Well, that is a lie right there, isn’t it?”

He offered simply. Those words once more lacking any true emotion, stated bluntly as if they were a fact and nothing more. His gaze lingering near pintedly on her before he his attention returned to that cupcake, as if she was unworthy of the fullest of his attention as he plucked at that secondary treat. He much he enjoyed taking the words of others and turning them back upon themselves. How irritated Nadya would be with him for upsetting the girl and yet, really, his day had lacked entertainment and his point in this all along had surely been made. Beylani so undoubtedly made aware of her place in life and yet Frost remained content to afford her that final blow of sorts. Plucking the name of that Fae Lover from her mind to offer it to her now and watch her features blaze with embarrassment, near forcing her to look away from him. Hmm. It seemed he was correct then. She did fancy that man whose image and name decorated her thoughts like some pathetic parade of girlish desire. How fickle emotions could be. How weak they might make another. Frost effortlessly seeking to rally Ellie to her cause, the womans good intentions easily turned towards that subtle spurn off her friend even if she hardly seemed to recognise it had occurred all the same. Hmm. He would have to keep the hunter girl. How pleasing she was.

Another piece of that cake was slipped easily between his lips, Frosts voicing lowering a final time before querying just how far the young blonde woman had taken her relationship with that man she adored. He had known, perhaps, well before she had answered that she had hardly taken the man to her bed. The idle fantasies of her mind were far too innocent for that and yet he so enjoyed watching her fortitude crumble once more as her cheeks flared brighter still and whatever will she had left to attempt to fight him seemed to fade. Good. She would not forget this quickly and Alexander could hardly be displeased with him either. After all- the girl was unharmed, capable of work and thus capable of fulfilling her use. Beylani near shouting that of course she had not done any such things yet, several other patrons turning to eye them. The woman clearly no longer capable of meeting his own gaze as Frost merely allowed his shoulders to lift.

“Now that I believe.”

He offered simply, apathetically, his attention turned from her once more as if he were entirely done with tormenting the poor woman. The action alone a near callous dismissal off her apparent existence as she abruptly rose from the table- declaring it time for her to return to work, those near stiff, polite words offered to him merely earning the woman a vague wave off his hand.

“You too.” ”Oh- and Beylani…..”

Those first words were offered aloud for Ellie and Beylani both to hear. The rest of that sentence however, was spoken to the blonde woman alone, Frost content to show his hand, so to speak, displaying the further uses off his power now. The stallion content to invade her mind and deliver those words directly to her without a single parting off his lips.

”Do your job, bring me what I want, remember your place- and stay the hell out of my way. You do that and I’ll leave you alone- I’m sure you’d like that. Hmm?”

That final piece of the second cupcake was slipped between his lips. His attention remaining on Ellie then as he afforded her that far softer look (as much as Frost was capable of such a thing), his lips quirking slightly at the side once more.
“Would you like to see a trick?’

He suspected entirely that the woman would. Her nature decidedly inclined to such things. His entire demeanor having shifted once more to something almost….friendly, in the presence of the woman he preferred if only for her far more agreeable nature. The stallion waiting for her agreement before he simply allowed his eyes to close for the barest of moments, opening them once more to reveal his now daffodil yellow eyes, that illusion magic so easily summoned as that smile found him again.

“I am inclined to think they suit me, no? It was a pleasure to meet you, Ellie. Here, this is my phone number, let me know the next time you are around the cafe and I will find you again- or if anyone ever causes you any trouble. Have a good afternoon Litill veiðimaður.”

That simple piece of paper was handed to her then, Frost easily moving to rise from his lean in the wake of those icelandic words that rolled effortlessly from his tongue. Ellie afforded a final dip off his head before the stallion easily strolled from the room. That very cafe itself seeming to breath a sigh of relief.



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