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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

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    Iórkæll Dværg

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    The VooDoo Room

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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

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    The Witchery

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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

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Where you invest your love, you invest your life;192.206.23.249Posted On August 07, 2015 at 10:13 AM by DAREIOS




It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



He never liked horses. As a human boy, he was wary of the flighty creatures. Their size, their wild eye, their big, heavy feet and nimble legs. Too much work for what? For sore leg muscles and bruised balls the next day. But back in Ireland, it was a homage, a popular past time that lasted through the centuries in many of the old families around Dublin. His sisters rode often and rode well. Him and his brother were expected the same, despite the general loathing of the animal and of the sport. But decades -- hell, centuries -- had passed since he'd last sat atop one of these animals. And Dareios would rather wrap his genitals in silver before he'd climb aboard one again.

So the vampire kept his distance from the large animal, knowing well that this was no ordinary stallion. It had the mind of a supernatural, which made it all the more unruly and dangerous. Nevertheless, he welcomed the odd run-in, at least for now. It was an interesting distraction, if nothing else.

But as the creature enters his personal space, Dareios stiffens. He can feel the animal's hot breathes against his cold skin. It's a strange sensation but Darerios hardly reacts. Instead he eyes the animal, watching its own eyes, searching for some better way to communicate with it. The horse continues to poke around his body and briefly Dareios wonders if this is some kind of weird sexual thing. Not that he's out to judge anyone, but those circles did indeed exist in this town. People's preferences for others' bodies had expanded far beyond what Dareios had ever dreamed of, given his many years on this earth. So when the horse finally latches onto his wallet, he's almost relieved.

Dareios watches the horse trot off, considering letting him leave with his belongings. The money in his wallet of was of little value to him. He had plenty more in the bank. But the hassle of getting new credit cards and replacing his information made him sigh and carry on after the beast. "Alright, that's enough." He says casually, following in line behind the animal's loud, thumping strides. "What do you want?"


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl



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