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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

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The manner in which the young woman became decidedly more wary when questioned about her Leopard company was hardly missed by the observant equine. Whether she merely believed he was going to ask further question about her relationship with the boy or she merely desired to provide him with as little information as possible he hardly knew. Tobias was, to some extent, of interest to the stallion- if only for the amount of power he knew the boy possessed. A creature like that however, was far more animal then man hardly had any use to the horse, at least in his current state- his questions this time little more than a true curiosity, vague though it appeared. The smallest of frowns manages to mar the blonde man’s features, if only for a moment, at this notion Tobias had simply ‘appeared’ one day like a hapless stray. Hmm. Perhaps Tetradore had been a decidedly unpopular child if that was his best friend. The thought was fleeting, replaced with Nadya’s own in the moment, the man finding Nadya’s thoughts far easier then most to attune to and yet it was by the woman’s own actions that he had come to grasp the illusive ability all the same. A soft snort sounding from the man though he offers no words. Nadya had asked him to remain outside her mind, after all, and he sees no need to offer any indication that he has once more picked up upon her thoughts.

It is her mention of his supposed ‘fraternity’ that seems to prompt something more from the often guarded creature, Frost rarely given to display any truly overt emotion and yet his amusement in this moment is hardly obscured as the faintest of grins traces his lips once more. Her perception of pack life, at least against his own, was a rather…intriguing one. How the Nightshade pack ran it’s affairs he hardly knew and in truth hardly cared for and yet it is their continued rift that the man has so enjoyed exploiting so far. Evidently Tetradore perhaps did not encourage the same unity he fostered within his own ranks. Such a pity.

“We live together, Naja, but we are not always together as you yourself have observed. I merely attempt to encourage eating at least the evening meal together. Most animal species bond more closely over either shared food, in the case of predators, or the simple presence of company for others- it is instinctive, done without any true thought. The more unified my pack, the more bonded- the stronger they are.”

There is purpose indeed to each and every action the stallion performs. Encouraging his pack to share a dinner table far more than a simple attempt to merely feed them all. A fractured pack, after all, was of little use to him, a pack not willing to protect one another equally so and as such he simply moves, subtly, silently- to prevent such things. For all his own shortcomings perhaps- he is not a poor Alpha, nor an absent one. His desire to move further away from the memories of a past he no longer desired to dwell upon however are made abruptly clear with his mention of the cake, attempting to direct the woman’s thoughts back towards her own children and the matter at hand. He is hardly ashamed of the things he had done, they had been either forced upon him else entirely necessary for his own survival and yet they are the past, remnants of a time and place that held little joy and as such he held little care to think upon them.

The children become readily distracted at the site of the bunny adorned cake, a simple wave of his hand seeing the butterflies disintegrate into little more than a short rain of confetti about the table in some effort to better achieve the atmosphere of the party Nadya seemed desired to have. The soft mumblings of the boy momentarily draw the stallions attention, one hand reaching forward to sweep the snowy white hair from his own gaze, affording a rarely seen view of the striking violet beneath as his lip merely quirks upward ever so slightly.

“Oh look, he can identify his prey already. How touching.”

It is an easy tease tossed loosely at the woman, a soft chuckle humming within the back of his throat as he merely allows the woman to have her desired moment, attempting to explain to her children the milestone they had achieved. He had never attended any sort of celebration for any of his own children, such celebrations hardly occurred in the first place. Reaching the age of one within his own homeland meant little more than a trip to the surgeon, a syringe and a microchip- hardly a situation worth celebrating. He reaches easily to take the cake from the woman before she attempts to encourage the children to try what remained. The girl seemed far more inclined to be experimental, her fingers burying into the cake with ease before the assault of sugar on her tongue brought about a look of glee.

“Ah, baby’s first sugar?”

One eye merely lifts in a moment of amusement, the man content to look on as the male child proceeds to very near face plant within it, Frost shifting forward slightly, impulsively, unaware entirely he had moved in such a manner before abruptly halting himself- gaze turned to Nadya.

“Can he breathe?”

That he had evidently held some concern that the child may suffocate through the frosting is momentarily clear, Nadya’s lack of concern seeing the man lean back once more, attention turned to his own cake in an attempt to disregard the situation entirely before bringing his fork to his lips. For a ‘bunny’ cake, he supposed, it was hardly unpleasant- the man’s own love of sugar known well by those who spent any time in his presence. He shifts only once more, attempting to remove himself from the photos and video the woman had taken, unaware as to whether he had been captured within any or not- before Nadya’s question draws his attention back.

“To an extent, yes, though I have no plans to involve my pack in something of that level- there are others here in this city, I have perhaps…..half of what and who I need. Providing I do not get myself killed though, I have begun to contemplate returning to this city regardless-“

He pauses, briefly, before pushing the half of his cake that remained towards the woman, Nadya having failed to take an ‘unadulterated’ piece for herself it would seem.

“It simply depends as to whether I have something to come back for.”

He offers no more, gaze meeting her own momentarily as he moves to lean back within his chair, the children seeming more determined to play in the cake, rather than consume it in a rather shameful waste of sugar- though one the man hardly sees the need to comment upon. His pack, in the least, was something to return for- the man unwilling to abandon them despite himself, though whether perhaps there might be more remained to be seen. He did not loath this city so entirely. Nadya however, was content to prove only more astute then the man continued to give her credit for, the slip of his own tongue readily seized upon by the slender young woman, the smirk upon her lips readily indicating she was hardly displeased with her own discovery. His own displeasure in her discovery is short-lived, little more than a flicker if discontent, though his answer hardly comes swiftly, a sigh of sorts drawn from him, indicating that this was by no means a conversation he truly desired to have. If he did not believe that honesty would achieve more with this woman than a mere veiled half-truth, then he surely would not have been inclined to give it.

“I only had one with her, though I have nine children altogether- eight different Mothers. As I said though it was not by my choice, it was not something I desired. None of us had much choice in the matter. As for you having had your children at an older age, it would be harder perhaps, but I have seen older Mothers prove just as capable. Mothers will go to rather incredible lengths for their children.”

There was some measure of irritation in his answer perhaps, though it was hardly at Nadya with which he found himself frustrated, more so it was simply the memory itself, the equine rapidly returning to his usual demeanour once more. Again seeking to draw the subject away.

“You are a decidedly observant person, there is very little you miss.”

A fact that both irritated and yet intrigued him all at once. It was as he always observed- that she was truly wasted on her current pack.

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