North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager 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 - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves 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 allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.

The VooDoo Room

Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.

The Witchery

Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.

hello, troy darling


Posted on April 27, 2017 by Andras Stein
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death incarnate & night triumphant

Those nightmares that so plagued the Fae male has him chased from his bed far sooner than he would have liked. The moon had not even set as he sits up abruptly in his bed, sweat coating his powerful body. His wings are carefully arranged behind his back so those sharp edges don't dig into the mattress. His chest heaves as he stands from the bed, entirely naked, and makes his way towards the connecting bathroom, slipping into the heated infinity pool with a shudder that runs the length of his spine as that hot water hits his wings. Sighing in relief as he adjusts to the heat, he floats along in silence, his hearing muffled by the water. Too soon that restlessness rushes him from the pool and into clothes.

Again, that sigh runs through him as he feels his wings sink back into him despising how very confined he felt. Perhaps one day he would live in a world where hiding his wings would not be necessary. Rolling his shoulders, he glances out the window watching the moon finally begin to set, though night persists; as if it was holding on for as long as it could. Andras wouldn't mind if darkness covered the entire world; there was beauty in that darkness and terror too yet, there were many darkness's it was only a matter of how you looked at it.

Still, it is with that thought that is trailing Andras as he exits his estate, that cool air kissing his exposed skin on his neck as he strolls down the sidewalk, his hands so casually placed in his pant pockets. He walks for a time, enjoying the silence of the night, too early for anyone to be awake and hardly too late for those who spent restless night like him out and about. Though he relishes that silence, the sleepy city not daring to make too much noise, he finds that impatience in him growing, he needed to be in the sky, riding those air currents, simply flying until his wings could no longer hold him aloft.

Yet, dawn was far too close.

Andras couldn't take the chance he would be seen and by the time he made it to his favorite meadow, that sun would break over the mountains. Rolling his neck, he finds himself at all small park, nothing terribly excited, merely a few benches and a handful of picnic tables; already there were signs of life stirring in the bushes and the greenery would soon be on its way to the city of Sacrosanct. Winter had been obnoxiously long this year.

Finding himself a bench under the bare branches of a tree, he plops himself down gracefully, his arms slinging over the back as he tilts his head back to gaze at the faint stars above. Perhaps he wouldn't mingle in the city for long, perhaps he would find himself back in the far corners of the world where no one could find him. Yet, he had business to do. So, the faerie sits here, head tilted to the stars for a time, until that sun so peeked over the mountains and he sat there until that sleepy city began to awake.

Rubbing at his eyes, he stands, that weak sunlight filtering through the trees around him as he stretches that stiffness from his limbs. It was time for him to attend to his business within the city. Replacing his hands in his pockets, he casually strolls through the park, exiting and emerges himself within the busy sidewalks of Sacrosanct. Upon arrival, he had learned there had indeed been a small faerie court within these limits, but somewhere along the way, the queen had abandoned her court. It was in Andras's best interests to find the scattered remains of her court and offer them a new home, a new world. Troy Marks. He was first on his list, though he had managed to run into Dorian Aragona and had already offered him a position within his home, he needed to grow them.

So, the male follows directions on where he would find the man, entering a local bar, Andras's hazel scan the room, noting the few patrons who were indeed drinking within the establishment. His eyes linger on a form sitting at a table in the corner, alone, and the faerie hesitates only for a moment as he takes in the form, quickly running through his memory on what he did know of the man. The description seemed to fit as he strolls towards the isolated table and slips in across from him, plastering a half simper across his features, "Troy Marks?"

Andras Steinhello darling

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