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.

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Posted on February 28, 2020 by audette rousseau
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Oh, how delighted Audette was to see the dull facade of her apartment building! Although she made some effort to appear...put together, the ballerina couldn't deny that the encounter within the alleyway had shaken her to her core. Though the woman knew of the damage her companion could cause, those screams still echoing within her memories, a part of her trusted him. He had, thus far, kept her safe and that was something she appreciated, even from a complete stranger. It was with this in mind that Audette invited her companion inside her quaint little apartment with the insistence to fix up his arm correctly. Thankfully, the man hardly seemed inclined to argue with her as he trailed after her and into her small living room. Her instructions to sit were obediently followed as Audette disappeared into the bathroom. Diligently, she searched through her cabinets for the first aid items she knew were there. After all, as a dancer, Audette often suffered her fair share of injuries in the pursuit of her craft. She hardly made her companion wait long, however, before she returned, arms filled with her finds.

Carefully, Audette arranged the items she required upon her coffee table, her blonde locks falling around her features as she did so. In her own attentiveness to her task at hand, the French fae was altogether oblivious of the man's observation of both her slender fingers and her fragile features. Rather, it was the teasing lit to his voice that drew her clove colored irises upwards, a warm simper near immediately brightening her features as she so effortlessly returned his jest. Audette, after all, was entirely aware of how she might appear to her neighbors - the strange French girl who disappeared for hours on end during the day, only to return late at night by herself evening after evening. His smirked observation, however, hardly prompted much consideration within the young woman, her head simply shaking ever so slightly as she picked up a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Non, I just moved to your country. I am a bit lacking on the...er..friendship..and maybe the English." She commented, giggling at her own struggles to perfect what she was certain was an exceedingly complicated language. Nevertheless, Audette was more than delighted to introduce herself to her companion, the girl entirely taken aback by the French she was received in return.

"Ah! Vous parlez fran├žais! Magnifique!" (Ah! You speak French! Magnificent!) She responded near immediately, her features visibly brightening at the sound of her native tongue. He was the first, to date, to speak to her in that language she so treasured, the very sound of those syllables almost endearing the woman to him all the more. Nevertheless, she could hardly ignore his wound when it so required tending to. The bottle of alcohol dangled innocently from her fingertips as she held it up for his inspection. His suggestion of a proper drink, however, saw her head tilt to the side in consideration. "I do have a Pinot Gris should you survive." She teased, offering him some sort of incentive if he should desire it. Audette's gaze trailed after Kit's own as he eyed his arm, only to brace himself. His lighthearted efforts prompted a small simper upon her lips before she reached up, one hand gingerly undoing his wrapped bandage, only to further inspect the wound. "Ready?" She inquired, waiting for some sign from the man before tipping the bottle of alcohol ever so gingerly, the girl letting the substance bubble around his bullet wound as it cleaned. She watched as the alcohol turned pink, spilling onto her hardwood floors and yet, she could clean that up after he was tended to. The ballerina hardly beset him to the treatment for long, however, before she placed the alcohol down on the table, only to pick up the gauze and fresh bandage. It was probably not how a bullet wound should be tended to but...the girl was doing her best with what she knew.

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