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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 24, 2018 at 7:59 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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


What happened to him? Not everyone was this cold. Everyone had emotions. As humans they were born with it. Emotions gave the ability to survive and the ability for others to manipulate. They were a good thing and a bad thing. The abuse she had suffered from should have turned her into a shell, with little to no emotions left. However, somehow her emotions stayed intact. Something had occurred to the man before her. A trauma? Maybe a whole lot of it. Abuse surely. Whatever it was, it had broken the man and turned him into a callous monster. It wasn’t fair for him. Broken people were capable of finding those that were broken as well. It wasn’t her place to bring him any comfort. However, Raven couldn’t help, but feel sympathy for him. No one deserved to live a harsh life. Yet somehow they both pulled the short stick and endured their own hellish treatment. A part of her wished to ask why he was like this. At times he kept his emotions controlled and in check. Sadly her weakness as an empath didn’t help him mask whatever it was he was feeling. For whatever reason she was capable of making him crack out of his shell, even when he didn’t want to leave it in the first place. It was not difficult to feel how angry he was, especially when she gave him a sympathetic look, flinching in response. How very different they were. Raven knew that Frost was her complete opposite. Where she felt her emotions he did not. The way Frost was, she would surely be similar, if she did not allow herself to feel. Maybe she still allowed herself to feel, because she was a female. Who really knows? Either way she couldn’t stop herself from felling a bit of sorrow for the white horse.


When it came to dealing with the cliental that Tetradore wished to do business with, Raven was absolutely shrewd. The night before the meeting Raven would have gathered up all her data, and set up her talking points. Coming up with her script. Getting herself prepared for a battle of words and wit. Raven knew that she had to plug up whatever weakness they had to ensure they had a tight and sharp rebuttal. With Tetradore at her side she wasn’t afraid to speak and not hold her tongue. Not once did she ever have him chastise her. Her allowed her to do what she wish and say what she thought was right. Raven wanted to make sure that the deal was good for her Alpha. Other than cooking their meals and helping out with the Ark, Raven wanted to prove her worth as a smart business associate. Dealing with Frost was a different matter. She was still afraid of him. Who could blame her? She nearly died. Being in the same room as your would be murderer would give anyone a bit of fright. The lupine didn’t tell her mate or Alpha that she was intending to meet with the opposing Alpha. They didn’t need to know about it. That Frost wanted money didn’t really bother her. What he needed the money for was what made her concerned. Even though Nadya was not a part of their pack anymore, she had Tobias’ children. So, that concern fell upon those cubs, hoping that whatever trouble he was in, it would not affect them. Plus she was worried that Frost would trick her or lie to her. Frost was not to be trusted and she wanted to make sure that the deal with Frost wouldn’t end up sour and put her in a worse position. Making this deal with Frost was like trying to come up with a good wish to a genie that would not come back to bite her. With a firm nod to agree on his response and agreement, the young woman pulled out the medallion that belonged to her pack for generations, waiting patiently to learn about it.


Quietly she sat within her chair looking over at the amulet and how it was turned around within his fingers. The lupine couldn’t help, but feel a since of chill run settle around her neck, and feel it trickle down. She was uneasy with all of this. That amulet didn’t belong in his hands. She wished to pounce across the table and rip it from his clutches. But she willingly gave it to him, because he was the only soul that knew anything about it. Of course she could find her Father and ask, but she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. For all she knew her Father would either understand it or not at all, and she wasn’t willing to risk her life. Well, she was willing to risk her life...with Frost. Her dial would naturally tilt to the side as he called it an Alpha Amulet. It was obvious that as he spoke there was an air of change in the woman. Her face held an innocent show of inquisitiveness, the young woman interested in the subject, finding it rather fascinating. Such a studious pup. When he paused she spoke up, like an eager child in school, the woman craving her knowledge.


“Spirit Magic? Was there a reason why they gave these packs the...amulets? And what do you mean by spirit packs? Is it important that I came from a pack this old. What are the other animals in the other packs, clearly one is serpent, but what of the others?”


She waited quite keenly for a response, hoping it would be good, and that he wouldn’t snap at her. The young woman was always the type that loved to learn. This was all so completely new to her. There was genuine interest, not just for the amulet, but for the history or myth behind it. The mention that Fenrir represented fighting made her wonder something completely different. Fighting. Was this why she had her feralness? Did it have something to do with, well, whatever it was? That might not be possible. Henry was feral, but he was feral, because he was a young panther trapped in an adult body. He wasn’t born a Were. Just like that Cheetah she had met before. He wasn’t born a Were, he too was turned, and he had feral capabilities. As the man turned the amulet over to look over at the words on the side she sat up straight excited to listen to what it said. Grabbing her phone out of her pocket she looked for the document app, holding her phone in both hands, she waited, until he began, typing furiously away. Once he was finished and she looked over what she typed, her brows furrowed. Her mind was turning, and buzzing about. Half of her was starting the think over the riddle and come up with possible solutions, and the other part of her mind was attempting to figure out what the ‘prize’ or ‘end result’ would be. Aloud she would speak up her voice soft and filled with that inquisitive tone.


“That sounds more like a recipe than a riddle. So, I guess wherever it leads me, it’ll take me somewhere important? Most likely something to do with ‘fighting,’ right? What if it takes me somewhere and it is in your language? Have you ever seen another one of these major...amulets, or even awakened them, and used them?”


Raven Clocksworth.
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