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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

let me tell you all a story101.191.241.87Posted On April 13, 2016 at 5:34 AM by Rixon Leifsson

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It is a difficult thought, an unusual one. It is fleeting within her mind and difficult for him to grasp all the same and yet there is a distinct confusion in the woman, a nervousness and yet not one caused by his immediate presence. Indeed Frost was moving to act in a deliberately neutral tone, his natural dominance ebbed and concealed beneath this perfect facade of indifference and yet it is that very indifference that so seems to render the girl uncomfortable. She cannot read his emotions and yet the manner in which the thought lingers within her mind like the delicate strands of a spider’s web amongst a mass of trees assures him that her ability to perceive his emotions is beyond the norm. A power perhaps and yet one she cannot access, whether simply by fault of his nature or perhaps a side effect of his own near indomitable will power to prevent her seeing such things he cannot say and yet his awareness of such a thing sees the barest taint of a simper ghost smoothly across his lips. What a perfectly amusing little toy she was. Her nervousness however, continued to remain, the glances she made towards the door hardly unnoticed as the scent of fear continued to leak from her pores. Horses, after all, are perhaps superior to near all other animals when it comes to sensing fear of those around them, the man highly attuned to her insecure state, preying upon it a little perhaps and yet she offered a temptation far to great for even his level of practised control. Nadya could hardly be too upset with him as long as he didn’t harm her physically. Besides- it is not Nadya his mind is content to think of now, but her brother, the fae girls thoughts lingering upon Aiden as if the were-cat was some sort of grand hero to her mind. A silly, girlish crush.

“Well I wish you luck with it then. As for a message, no, I tend to send my own messages.”

The words are offered with the same casual ease as always, the girl surely oblivious to the delicate placement of these coolly offered lyrics, perhaps failing to contemplate the meaning behind them and yet for now he merely affords her another momentary grin- a look that hardly reaches his eyes and yet concealed behind that mop of thick hair his gaze remains elusive all the same. The near dumbfounded look she proceeds to offer him is replaced near moments later by an insecure assurance that Aiden hardly owned anyone and yet that thin line of insecurity within her voice offers him all he needs to know all the same. Aiden, surely, had not bothered to detail the workings of his pack to her, just as he would surely not speak of his own and yet that naivety was such a perfectly exposable flaw, one the stallion is hardly above picking at like a healing wound- if only to make it bleed a little. He allows his shoulders to roll in a shrug of sorts as he leans back against the wall of the bar, a soft chuckle rising from his lips all the same, his words genuinely….pleasant, friendly as he regards her now.

“It’s alright, the world of Were’s is hard to navigate as it is though let me assure you as someone who knows Aiden and Tobias and Nadya and Raven rather well, Aiden is a little more….dominating then most, there’s a reason Nadya and he had lived apart so long. That- and she disagrees with his….extracurricular activities, just be careful is all I’m saying.”

His words are delicately placed once more, spoken as if no more than casual conversation and yet each one is offered with distinct meaning- nor are any of his words a lit, if each sentence is deconstructed he has offered no more than subtle truths- they are simply twisted to hold something more of a sinister meaning. The man content to name each member of the Nightshade pack if only to offer further credibility to his words. Equine he may be, yet Frost remained decidedly cunning when he chose to be, his words deliberately vague and yet potent all at once, leaving the girl to question and to chew at her mind. He moves to take her offered hand with ease, a wave of his power rapidly heating his own hand to assure it held a comfortable warmth, a subtle thing and yet one he employs smoothly all the same before offering a look of feigned surprise at her admittance she was dating the man they had only just spoken about. She had merely confirmed then, what he had already believed.

“Ah, you must forgive me then, I did not realise you were involved with Aiden. I hope you are resilient then, the fighting rings can be a little draining.”

One eye lifts ever so slightly, deliberately seeking to press upon the edges of what he well suspects might be her power and yet he moves away from it near as quickly as he had moved to press upon it, each word a delicate dance- one the man excels at when he should chose to. After all, he has not survived so long as he has through pure athleticism alone. The man decidedly….dangerous when he should desire something- or to destroy it.

“Either way, it’s nice to meet you Samantha. Sam.”

He merely repeats her own error back towards her, lip quirking loosely upward in amusement before she laughs out rightly at his next words, his own form easing back against the wall once more with languid ease, a chuckle rising to match her own and her initial tension begins to dissipate. The moment however, is ruined by the sudden appearance of another fae girl, Frost’s own gaze narrowing darkly a moment and yet the man moves to correct it near instantly, this momentary flare in his temper concealed quickly and before either woman was given to notice. That neither Fae girl truly appeared comfortable with the other was evidently clear, the employee seeming outwardly annoyed to be forced to treat Sam as her employer while Sam seemed out rightly fearful of the girl- her thoughts a sudden and intense spiral that near forced the man to flinch away from the window into her mind he had seized. The interaction lasted barely several moments, Frost offering a nod of sorts to the girl all the same, her reference to him being ‘cute’ hardly seeming to provoke a response as he watched her go.

“Your colleges seem- charming.”

The tease within his voice is evidently clear, her inner turmoil within her mind equally so, the man moving to lean easily off the wall, moving towards the door the other Fae girl had gone through only moments ago.

“Want to see a trick? Come on.”

He has been backstage with Nadya before, Frost ducking easily through the door, leaving Sam to trail after him, else make some attempt to stop him as he expertly makes his way between the girls, the costumes and the noise- stopping abruptly and allowing Sam a moment to catch up with him, lifting one finger loosely to his lips in a gesture for silence. He steps forward once more, bending effortlessly to the ground, brushing his fingers smoothly over it a moment before stepping back to stand beside Sam once more. It takes barely a moment for the Fae woman from before to appear, striding effortlessly around the corner, shouting orders at the others lime a commander of a ship- until her feet hit the place he has touched, the thin layer of frosted ice, so thin it is near invisible sends her shrieking, skidding and tumbling wildly head first into a basket of costumes that explodes around her- leaving her legs and very visible underwear flailing as several other girls rush to attempt to pull her out. The man allowing another soft chuckle to roll from his lips, more then one of the other girls attempting to stifle her laughter. Frosts voice holding a slightly more serious tone now.

“Does she give you a hard time- that girl? Forgive me but I noticed before that her presence….upset you. I have an ability of sorts, for temperature, people’s temperatures change with emotions and that girl made you….fearful.”

His words were entirely true, though it was not his gift for temperature that had provided him this information, still, it was a simple way to explain it- the man looking almost expectantly towards her.

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