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.
The VooDoo Room
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.
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.
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.
Whether it was because of her new job at a cafe in the eastern district of the city or just because Ren was, well, Ren, the were woman's day had started early. So early, in fact, that the sun hadn't yet risen over that eastern horizon when her ocean-blue eyes had fluttered open. So far, she'd had a good start to her new life here in Sacrosanct. She had a place to live, a cozy little townhouse within the neighborhood of Hawethorn Village, the eastern district practically right outside her front door. She'd managed to find a job rather quickly which she'd get to go to for five days out if the week, this on its own solidifying the roots that she was making an attempt to lay down. Over the past few years, she'd been doing nothing but traveling, only ever staying in any one city, town, or village for a handful of weeks, perhaps a month or two at most... so actually trying to settle down was something that was relatively new for her. And even then, she wasn't entirely sure how long it would last, residing here within Sacrosanct, which was easily the biggest city she'd ever been in. It was this new adventure that had the were-woman realizing the last true home she'd had had been with her parents thousands of miles away from here. She remembers the worried expression in their eyes, and yet they'd done nothing to try and keep her home, entirely aware of the free spirit within their daughter. In turn, Ren hugged them both so very tightly that day, her hatchback packed with her belongings, promising them both that she would write them often, think of them every day, and make sure that she found time to visit. This had brought a sad yet happy smile to their faces, everything that the were woman needed to know that they would be okay, and with that, she'd set out to see the world.
Yes, she did find herself missing home often (who wouldn't when all they'd ever known was back home?), but there was always something new that seemed to be calling her. One day soon, she would plan a trip home, but for now, there was just too much that she yearned to experience!
In all her wanderings, she'd never seen a place quite like this. In her brief time here thus far, she'd been able to detect that, unlike the other much smaller towns and villages she'd been to, there were others outside of humankind that called this place home. She'd scented weres, hunters, fae, undead, every walk of life she knew to exist. It was as though there was some sort of balance here that didn't really seem to exist anywhere else... and this had been what drew the were woman to its busy streets and towering buildings. What made this world different from those beyond its boundaries? How was the day-to-day life of those within it? That innately curious side of her was very nearly overwhelmed with eagerness to understand it all, hardly able to keep herself tucked away within the cozy confines of her new home. So, needless to say, it had been nothing shy of perfect when Ren had happened upon that "Help Wanted" sign hanging in the window of Inner Sanctum. The owner had been a very intriguing individual, seemingly stern but far from harsh or cruel, and though she'd hardly expected an interview then and there - let alone actually getting the job - after having filled out her application at one of the beautifully aged tables with the delicious aromas of espresso and baked treats to tantalize her, Ren couldn't have been more ecstatic about the encounter. And, as fortune would have it, the were woman's first day had gone wonderfully! It was a busy little place, but there was just something about the café that just seemed to promise greater things for her. Having the wherewithal to afford rent and groceries was definitely a step in the right direction, but more than that, what better way was there to meet the many faces of this huge city than by working as a barista?
Hours have passed since she'd clocked out for the day, but she'd been far from ready to end her day there. Goodness, no! There was still so much for her to see, and while she knew that it wasn't like this city would just vanish when the sun would rise tomorrow, Ren just couldn't help herself from wandering.
The feline pads quietly through the cobblestone side streets of the northern district this evening, walking along meticulously trimmed hedges, careful to avoid being stepped on by the occasional passerby. For the most part, Ren went unnoticed, most seeming either caught up in the illuminated screens of their phone or carrying on in casual conversation with their companions. Perhaps only a handful of times, there would be someone who might notice the pretty siamese cat trotting along with little concern for the cars that drove by or the occasional crowd clustering street corners as they waited to cross the street. And being the creature that she was, Ren would mew a greeting with her long, dark tail waving above her back in feline friendliness as they might lean down to croon at her or stroke the fur along her back. In typical feline fashion, she would arch her back in turn, accepting their kind gesture before both feline and stranger would part ways as nothing more than perfect strangers. She continues her exploring with dark ears perked and ocean-blue eyes wide in endless curiosity as she would peer into those large, immaculately cleaned glass windows, some displaying various outfits likely far too fancy or expensive for the were woman yet eye-catching all the same and others showing off beautifully crafted décor or furniture also entirely too spendy but pleasing to imagine in her living room all the same. She pauses every now and again to sit upon a polished wooden bench or impeccably cleaned stone wall, watching those that came and went, disappearing into those perfectly presentable stores and departed those same places with one or several bags hung from their arms. Everyone here seems so well-dressed, almost perfectly matching the rather sophisticated and proper atmosphere.
Ren continues to wander those upper-class streets entirely enthralled with just how different from the rest of the city the northern district seemed. For perhaps only a moment, she dares to wonder what it would be like to walk among them as a well-dressed and fancy creature, too. Maybe one of these days, she might explore this curiosity just for fun.
However, she hardly has long to amuse the idea, having been sitting there on a stone wall between two name brand clothing stores for a short while to simply watch as others walked by in various directions, entirely caught up in their own ventures when the well-dressed man walks past her, catching ocean-blue eyes with that charming smile placed so easily upon his chiseled features. The feline tilts her head curiously to one side then before jumping nimbly from her perch, peeking around the corner to stare after him. It hadn't exactly been his smile that caught her curiosity. No, there was... something else about him that caught her attention, though she isn't completely certain of it yet. 'I wonder where he's going'... His strides were relaxed, so it didn't seem as though he were in a rush, nor did there seem to be a sense of determined or hardened purposefulness that she'd seen most of the men dressed in such similarly sharp suits walking these cobblestone streets with. He seemed rather young compared to the others, too. Now, it wasn't as though she found it entirely odd that a younger man might look like he had a large, modernized home with a handful of brightly colored supercars lined up in an oversized garage obtained for the simple purpose of collecting. She knew it was possible. Still, there was an unusual aura about this human, and she wanted to know why it was that he looked exactly like he belonged here and somehow managed to feel out of place in the very same moment to her. Some might call it intuition, others might even say it was just Ren's seemingly endless curiosity... but none of these words were what brushed against the were woman's mind. No, the word that found her in that moment was Fate.
With her mind made up, she trots after the man in that immaculate stone-grey suit, careful to avoid being stepped on by those she passed in her pursuit of the stranger who had so caught her eye. And, when she draws close enough behind him at last, the feline offers the man an inquisitive meow in greeting, wondering then if he might stop or just keep walking.