• Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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.

  • Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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

from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow139.168.74.201Posted On February 14, 2018 at 11:08 PM by Rixon Leifsson

we built this city on broken glass



It was an almost childish game, those near playful illusions and yet the icelandic man wielded them with a near effortless ease. They were hardly his best illusions by any stretch of the imagination and yet they were enough to satisfy the purpose of their creation and allow him to focus his attention on the true object of his desire for this very afternoon. Those sweet treats. He dipped that fork once more into the sweet, crumbling pastry, lifting another bite to his lips as that illusionary family continued to run riot throughout the store. He was aware of that young woman behind the counter, her exasperation growing with each passing moment and yet he afforded her, seemingly, little attention. The stallion far more engaged in simply consuming that pie with a near emotionless calm. Frost hardly hurried in any sense. His consumption almost lackadaisical, as if he hardly cared if she should happen to catch on to his game of torment. Perhaps he didn’t.

The woman is swifter than most in discovering that ruse and yet Were-Creatures tended to be harder to fool to begin with. Their animalistic senses content to pick and tease at those flaws and yet too, the man found himself almost curious off her intelligence, of how clever she might really be beneath that facade of calm she wore as she strolled through his illusion. Frost allowing it to dissipate in her wake. He anticipated her approach. That strange violet gaze lifting from that impromptu meal and to the woman herself. She was a pretty thing, young too, why on earth she might choose to waste her time in a bakery a mystery all on its own and yet for now he hardly queried. The stallion instead merely watching her every action even if he hardly appeared to be paying very much attention at all.

Her gaze finds his own in that moment, as if she held some desire to stare him down. Frost content to meet it evenly. He could already feel the beginnings of her thoughts, his affinity reaching for her mind and yet he saw little need to invade it, not yet, the stallion content to allow his curiosity to continue before she offered him those dry, even words. Her voice was quiet, cool, controlled and without any true hint of irritation. Frost allowing his lip to quirk ever so slightly and yet just what amused the man remained to be seen. His shoulders lifting in a shrug of sorts in response to her query, the equine hardly impolite and yet the woman was so afforded those same blunt, frosted lyrics he tended to offer the rest of the world in turn.

“Then you have not checked recently enough.”

Those accented lyrics easily parted his lips, those words as emotionless as always as he merely continued to meet her gaze in that ever-subtle display of dominance and yet such was a game he hardly desired to play here and now. The woman's hands reaching out suddenly to snatch that pie and fork from him and yet he made little effort to retrieve them even despite his disdain at their loss. Frost instead merely moving to lean back against that counter now, his arms folded across his chest, that snowy white hair falling over his eyes once more to conceal them from view as he continued to regard her. She turned easily on her heel, striding those few paces back to the counter then before letting her fingers brush across that register to announce he owed her twenty seven eighty five. Frost allowing one eye to lift slightly upward. It had been a truly long time since he had met a woman so bold at this outside of those within his own pack. The man almost...intrigued. The girl had spine. So few ever willing to stand up to him whether they knew him or not. The equine silently seeming to consider her for several moments longer as she offered him that ultimatum of sorts. Frost softly sighing at last, that tension seeming to leave his frame as he turned to face her more fully, his form near lounging against that counter still as he faced her.

“The tart I will pay for, the pie though I have not even eaten half off. I think I have eaten about...four dollars worth at best. I’ll give you four dollars- unless you want to return to pie and let me finish the rest of it?”

Why pay for something he hadn’t eaten? Really the woman would have been better off springing her veritable trap once he had actually eaten the entirety of the pie. Frost regarding her levelly now in some expectation off her argument. The stallion easily entrapping the woman within her own words, in a sense. After all, he was offering to pay just as she desired and yet- he was offering to pay upon his own terms. The man speaking once more then in those same cold, abrupt lyrics offered in that same cool, calm voice.

“You saw through my illusions faster than most. I am almost impressed. What gave it away?”


FrosT




Post A Reply