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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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    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.

    Owner Rowena Metcalf

ice, ice baby124.171.22.155Posted On August 20, 2015 at 4:08 PM by Rixon Leifsson

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It was fortunate, perhaps, that the equine has little knowledge of the thoughts that exist within the vampires head- his disdain for horses surely enough to further incite the towering draft-like stallion against him, merely for the sake of it and because his temper is a notably poor thing at the best of times. The cremello stallion perhaps the very epitome of the sort of beast no horseman save for the mad amongst them would ever seek to possess or tame- if only for his shockingly poor temperament. For now however he is content to humour the vampire perhaps, muzzle pressed against him, searching amongst and about him in a manner that sees the other man freeze though Frost holds little interest in the man’s fear or nervousness or whatever it is that sees his frame stiffen in as he noses about, nostrils flared to inhale the different scent upon the man before finding the one he seeks more determinedly. Large teeth seize the leather wallet, lifting it free and clear of the vampire before heavy hooves pivot upon the pavement and the large animal lopes away and up the street, paused every now and then to assure the other man is following, those violet eyes watching him from beneath that forelock of snowy hair.

One ear laces back, listening to the mans words though paying them no heed as he continues on several more strides and towards a row of stores, a selection amongst them still open, before that towering, muscular creature pauses beside a set of them- the wallet tossed forward to slam against the door of one particular store (a rather expensive one) as the animal turns back to look towards the man once more. His head swings about, clearly attempting to draw the vampire closer still before one foreleg extends, large feathered hoof extended towards the door of the store the wallet lays against, pawing now at the ground in a decidedly animalistic fashion in a clear attempt to fixate the mans attention here. It is a clothing store, a rather upmarket one at that and yet upon the North side of town little but the best truly exists as the animal continues to look almost expectantly at the vampire now.

He cannot continue through the city in this form, yet nor can he shift back to his human state without clothing, the stallion evidently determined to have the vampire purchase him some here and now. Perhaps this vampire would prove to have some use and value yet, perhaps he would even be worth speaking to once he returned to his human guise, if only this other man is willing to play along for a little longer. Another bang is produced as his hoof extends forward to collide with the bottom of the store door, a bell of sorts jingling as a rather irate woman suddenly appears from within- leaping back in mild surprise at the animal she is faced with, a look of mild horror adoring her features before he gaze fixated upon the ever-unfortunate Dareios now.

Sir, your animal appears to be….loose.

Her words are met with little more then an irate snort, ears lacing briefly back upon his skull. Humans were such dithering creatures, indeed, most of the population of this city failed to excite him and yet perhaps, were this vampire to actually to fulfil his request he might well be willing to give him another chance to prove to be of interest yet.




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