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.

still just a rat in a cage


Posted on January 02, 2020 by Marcelo Rumeir
North


Earthen eyes concentrate on the strap as he adjusts it to be just so underneath her chin. Saety first for these fragile mortals. Sure, if he got into a crash it would hurt, but he would heal and he would live. Marcelo hasn't found a thing to kill him yet. But then his own heathen eyes notice how hers narrow at him. "Hey, I don't think that look was part of our little deal," he said, his own gaze narrowing playfully. "Well, let us see if we can get you reacquainted," he says with a smile before tapping the top of her helmet and moving off towards the bike. She would have a good time today or he would die trying. (Ha, good one.)

He takes his spot on the bike and her arms wrap around his waist before he lets his feet off the ground. He swerves in and out of the cars with ease. Marcelo has put plenty of miles on this bike and his confidence on it is noticeable.

Subconsciously his mind wanders, though he looks straight at the road. He has always enjoyed the feeling of freedom. How he would throw back his head and let the wind ruffle his brandished gold hair as he raced through the fields of his village so many centuries ago. He would look over his shoulder to ensure his little sister was not far behind him. He tests his speed like he does now as his hand turns to increase the speed of his bike. It is freedom once more. Those rich chocolate eyes alight with the boyish nature that has never quite left him despite the amount of years he has lived.

She's fine. Typical answer by a woman, Marcelo playful rolls his eyes and focuses his dark gaze on the road ahead. Marcelo only briefly wonders what has happened in this girl's life to cause her to be so uptight, but he doesn't spare his thoughts there for long, not when they had nearly a whole day ahead of them. If the immortal jackal continually looked into the past it would only cause him to ache with memories. The present and the future were where he wanted to be, of course, Marcelo even kept his future unplanned. Which may have been how the two of them wound up in this particular situation. A gorgeous girl on the back of his bike, the thieving jackal was certainly not complaining, far from it.

He feels her grip onto him tighter as he presses the bike onward, and he lets out an almost involuntary whoop of youthful glee. He slows down only when he begins to approach the beach, pulling the bike to the side, he comes to a stop and places his foot down on the ground and hits the kickstand. Hand reaches for the key, turning the hike off and turning around to look at the girl on the small seat behind him. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks, and that smile all over his face is just waiting to see what retort she possibly has stored up for him.



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{ it is far better to live like a lion for a day than live like a jackal for a hundred years }