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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 March 10, 2018 at 5:52 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

The young lupine was naturally a curious creature. There was so much that she didn’t know and she wanted to fix that problem. While the children in her pack were capable of running and playing around, she was left to entertain herself. Books were the only thing she had that brought her not only entertainment, but an understanding on experiences or things she wasn’t taught. Being locked up all the time it was obvious that she craved that feeling of freedom or even knowing everything around her. Reading and asking questions was her ticket to satisfying those cravings of simply understanding everything. There was still a whole lot she didn’t know. No one could know everything there ever was, but Raven was eager to know as much as she possibly could. Was it annoying? Perhaps, and yet, the Were-Horse was providing her with unknown information. It wasn’t often that she didn’t know about something, or even have a faint grasp of a piece of information. These medallions troubled her. Why were they popping up? It was uncanny that they kept crossing in her path. The lupine was eager to understand, willing to stay in place, even if it was with a man like him. Patiently she sat there waiting to hear more information, worried that he would withhold information, still unable to trust him completely. And who could blame her? Uneasy she couldn’t help, but touch her engagement ring, twisting it around her finger, grasping a brief feeling of comfort as they remained sitting within the nearly empty café. Her dial would tilt down as her shoulders slacked in defeat when hearing that he didn’t know why or the amulets were given to the pack or by who. Although her brow furrows in concentration the moment he mentioned there were stories. Lifting her head some she spoke up eagerly, but with a bit of hesitation.


“There are stories? Sometimes, the truth or meaning can be slipped through those stories. Can I please know? Um...that is...what stories can you tell me?”


As much as she despised the man before her, for whatever reason, Fate seemed determined to force the two to be together at the same time. With as much time as she spent with him, Raven was aware that he didn’t speak much. Whether it was because he chose not to or he had no need to. She wasn’t quite sure if he was going to be helpful or not. Instead of looking up at him with some sort of hopeful look, she averted her eyes to focus on the cookies lying in the bin. The mention though that the packs followed a God, and that they both came from such an old pack, left her feeling a mixture of things. For one, she felt humbled to belong to an older pack. Raven was aware that they were old, but not that much. As for her pack being traced to wherever it was Frost was from, that bothered her. It was like she was connected to him, not truly, but Raven had no desire to have something similar with him. At least he was kind enough to point out who the Gods were that had their own amulet. Keen to learn more she spoke up her inquiry gently.


“So, they are the Gods of the original pack? Why did Fenrir want to kill Odin? I’m afraid I don’t really know Norse. Roman and Greek, yes, but not Norse.”


In her books the authors would always uses the Greek and Roman mythology Every now and then there would be a reference to Egyptian mythology, but hardly anything about Norse. Blue-grey eyes looked down at the amulet that was in his hand as he seemed focused along the edges. Hearing that he was going to read aloud what they said, only once, she grabbed her phone getting ready to jot it all down. What he was saying didn’t make sense. If it was a recipe for a spell then it was one of the oddest sounding she had ever heard. Raven had read through some of those spell books that Serafina had within her home. Each spell weirder than the next, but none held a difficult finding recipe like this one. Already she was trying to figure out where she was going to find these items or even understand them. Hearing that he was willing to help her translate anything should they manage to get to the location she pulled up on her phone the contact section, ready to take down his own phone number.


”Can you please give me your phone number, so that I can call you?”


Raven was well aware that he didn’t want her to know about his business. That voice held a bite to it when he mentioned he would not say why he was needing it. Grabbing another cookie she nibbled on it for a moment, her mind still pondering those different items and where she would be able to collect them. Roots of a mountain?! Goodness what was that supposed to be, a rock, a specific rock? And the idea of bringing Serafina along on this excursion troubled her too. The last thing she wanted to do was bring the raven-haired woman any harm. These chains to break...what chains are they? Everyone had their own irrational fears, but Raven had no interest being in a cage or anything near chains. Chains were meant to lock something up. She was locked up for her feralness, but what was it locked up that whoever had those chains, came up with a crazy spell to break it. As soon as Frost made reference on whether or not that was the only amulet she wanted solved, she quickly pulled off the other amulets that were settled around her neck. Passing them along to him, she waited quite anxiously for more answers.


“Yes, please, I’d like to know about the others. I have one with a bunch of cats on it I think it is the Freya one, they are dragging something behind it and , another with a reptile, and finally a bird. The reptile one, I...I got this one by accident. I couldn’t make her out, but she was an older Were-Reptile that was hurt in the alleyway. That Hunter, Calliel’s Father, he was the one that killed her, she told me he couldn’t have it, ever.”


Raven Clocksworth.
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