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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.

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ice, ice baby124.168.145.246Posted On September 03, 2015 at 3:59 AM by Rixon Leifsson

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Ill-mannered stallion? That was rather impolite. The sudden, shrill sound of whistle saw the pale stallions ears flicker backwards in response, one hoof pawing at the earth again in dislike for such a sound before the sudden clopping of hooves upon the earth once more saw the sudden return of the black animal. Hmm. It came to the sound of a whistle? How very domestic off it. Truly Frost finds such behaviours…..dog-like, although he supposes he cannot judge an animal to harshly for responding as it has been trained. Were’s however, have always existed by a more distinct code. To be treated like a pet in any fashion was disagreeable, his form shifting sideways as the girl moves to mount the other horse now and his own form suddenly…shifts. It takes barely a moment for fur and flesh to fall away, the white stallion rather suddenly replaced with a young man now, a young naked man (how can he be expected to shift his clothes are all) arms folding smoothly over his bares chest now, a shock of snowy white hair adorning his head as those same violet eyes peer out now from beneath his rather long fringe- one hand reaching up to rest on the muzzle of her own stallion now as he looks up towards the young woman.

“Well, well, well- I suppose it’s fortunate I don’t really do stables then- isn’t it?”

One eye lifts slightly beneath that mop of white hair, lip quirking upward as a chuckle humans within his chest, waiting for the woman to scream and run, else attempt to strike him with something once more. Then again, humans were so often restrained when it came to striking other humans, the man curious to see perhaps, if the woman might so be prone to violence now that he was without his equine guise. He moves to pull his hand away from the other stallion now, arms folding back across his chest now as he regarded the woman still.

“Well? Go one then. You were about to run away weren’t you- since I’m such a bad horse.”

His lip quirks once more, a slither of humour existing within his words . He really shouldn’t tease the poor human girl and yet…human’s were such amusing creatures and so easy to frighten. Perhaps she would remember the magical talking horse boy for the rest of her days- he hardly cared. It was a shame really, that someone so pretty had so be so…human.



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