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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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    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
    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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.243.3Posted On February 15, 2018 at 8:12 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

No one was promised that the life they lived would be perfect. Things just happen. Why they did she hardly knew. It wasn’t fair. And yet she knew nothing ever was. There were times when she felt angry. She was furious that she had to go endure those hardships earlier in her life. Though she was livid too in the way her mate had lived his own life. Of course there were others that had a much worse life than she did, and surely there were those going through a much rougher time then she could ever imagine. Even though she knew this it didn’t keep her feeling that burning desire to yell at someone, to blame some sort of invisible entity, It wouldn’t solve everything. It would take away those horrifying experiences she had suffered. It was obvious that something equally as disturbing and sad occurred to the Were-Horse before her. She may not know what all occurred, but it wasn’t difficult to see that he was just as broken as she was. The lupine had no reason to give him any sort of sympathy. That’s not something you give to a person that nearly killed you, and killed your Alpha. Nothing, under no circumstances, was there any reason. However, for whatever reason, the wolf felt it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t squash it. It was difficult to explain, but even more difficult to stomach it. Flinching at his cold and sharp retort, those saddened blue-grey eyes looked towards the plate of cookies she had brought over, accustomed to such a reaction from any that demeaned her. He may not want her pity, but he did deserve it.


All that empathy she felt for him vanished quickly the moment he claimed he would not assist her with the matter of her Father. That he would have the audacity to even think such a thing. Raven didn’t need Frost to be involved in such a personal problem. Her Alpha was aware and she knew that the Were-Panther would do what he could to guarantee her safety. The lupine never told her mate about that night or that her Father made his return. How could she explain it to him in a way he understood? The last thing she wanted was for him to hunt her Father down. She didn’t want any harm to come to any of them. The sympathy she felt was replaced by irritation and annoyance. Frost was not wanted for that. If anything she was sure that he would simply throw her towards her Father. It wasn’t like her to bite back or even snap, but when it came to her Father, she was a bit more emotional about it. That he felt like she wouldn’t save him was perhaps incorrect. Deep down Raven knew that if there was ever a reason, if they were ever in a situation, she would probably help him. Even though she despised him greatly, for whatever reason, be it because they were both Weres, both had a rough childhood, who knew? Raven didn’t even know! All she knew was that if there was a situation and there was a chance she could help him, she would. Maybe it really was because she thought extending kindness towards others, kindness would be returned to her. It was such a naïve thing to think about or do, and yet, such hope helped define her. It didn’t surprise when he abruptly declined her assistance. Munching on her cookie, hardly bothered at all, she finished eating that sugary treat. Without hesitation she firmly agreed to his terms, but with a slight change.


“$55,000, and a play a cookies, for you to tell me the truth and everything there is about the amulets, how to activate them, and I will give you one to borrow that you will return to me back in its original condition, within a week. Those are my final terms.”


Blue-grey eyes would shift as she looked him directly in the eye, unwavering from her demand, of ensuring that he would be allowed to borrow the amulet for a short period of time. Whatever they did, be it important or not, she didn’t want Frost to keep it forever. Seeing or hearing a sign of acceptance to her terms she reached for her neck, digging underneath the front of her hoodie, to pull just one of the three amulets she was wearing. It wasn’t easy to get her wolf one back from her mate, but with some food and a bit of convincing she managed. Slowly she handed over the wolf amulet to Frost, looking at it with concern and curiosity. The sparkle from her engagement ring flickered underneath the light as she began to nervously hold on to her fingers, twisting and turning them, her typical nervous habit. Softly she spoke declaring what she wished first.


“I’d like to know about the one that belonged to my family. I was told it’s been in my pack’s possession since it was first created by Talbot.”



Raven Clocksworth.
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