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 November 05, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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Frost! C'mon, this way!

The snowy haired individual remained against the lamp post, one leg folded over the other in the very picture of lackadaisical nonchalance, ignorant to the call of his companions for now. His gaze, or what could be seen of those cold, strangely hued violet eyes, remained instead fixated upon the building before him, watching well-dressed patron after patron wander in with a joy he found utterly sickening. It was as if they were delighted at the mere thought of each other, as if fabric and paper masks somehow seemed to raise their spirits into some form of ridiculously excitable spectacle the white-haired individual may half have been inclined to scoff at had he cared enough to summon the breath. Another shout from his companion saw the young man's attention drawn from the ballroom before him and back onto the street, hair falling over his features, once more obscuring his gaze from view though he hardly bothered to flick those platinum blonde locks aside. The Ark's on the Westside, this way, we can probably get some food there if we-

"No."

It was single, simple word and yet the command within it saw a near instant compliance from the trio of men he'd travelled with thus far. Troy, the oldest of the group, a man balding despite being only within his early thirties seemed to consider arguing before evidently thinking better of it, remaining reluctantly silent and earning what may have been something akin to a lip twitch from the often disagreeable snowy-haired young leader- the older man shifting further back into the group at this clearly non-verbal display of displeasure.

"You three go ahead, I'll find you later if I need any of you- or if any of you manage to be even slightly useful enough to survive this little...Ark."

It was little more than a mutter, his enthusiasm for this apparent Were fighting ship clearly lacking, his companions flinching almost as if they'd been struck from the sudden callousness within his voice. If this Ark was nearly as illustrious as it was supposed to be he was entirely sure he would hear about it in time. For now however, some stinking harbor port isn't worth his presence, nor for that matter, are the imbeciles he has used up until this point as essentially free fodder for the fangs of any enemies he has managed to make along the way, none of them truly holding any use or value- sentimental or otherwise for the violet-eyed Were. They were merely...tools to be used in every sense of the word. Perfect examples of the stupidity of predators. A jerk of his head simply sees the trio abandon him and for a moment the lithe young man merely relishes the silence that comes from a lack of imbecilic chatter. He moved to lean forward, rolling easily onto his feet once more, striding now towards the doors that were opened near instantly upon his arrival, admitting the Icelandic native into the opulently decorated room he had observed through the window until now, the blast of heat and warmth from the bodies around him rapidly seeming to caress and tease at his skin, his own power stirring like a wolf that tastes the scent of blood upon the wind, a power he forces down- for now, seeing no need to latch onto any victim...yet.

Tonight he is merely interested in...observing, this city having attracted him merely for the presence of others of his own kind, other Were's the abundance of them within this very building an allure of sorts that seems to insight his curiosity as he passes silently between the crowd. They are predators- each and every one of them. He can smell them, some deeper, buried, instinctive part of himself recoiling from their scent and yet that more human side of himself dismisses it entirely as he heads for the bar. He has no mask and yet his hair obscures much of his features regardless, violet gaze barely visible beneath such snowy strands as he remains ever watchful of those around him, pausing briefly behind a curly haired woman....a Were, one clinging to a tall, skinny boy whom seemed to possess all the intelligence of a gnat. Hmm, a women of any sort was wasted on a creature like that.

"Nice ass."

It is barely a murmur above the din of the room, slithered on cold vocals towards Raven alone, lip quirking upward in a sinful smirk, the man already sliding away from her and towards the bar once more- finding himself beside another woman, another Were. A dark haired creature that smelt of....fox. It would take some time, it would seem, to learn the pack structure of the Were community already in place, the witches, vampires and hunters ignored- at least for now. Lesser species were hardly his concern. He moved to lean back against the bare, violet gaze shifting beneath his forelock of white to view the woman beside him (Alexis). She was a pretty enough thing he supposed, nervous, wary....gullible, easy, weak....such attractive qualities in a woman, the boy seeming to find a smile now. The same smile a shark surely wears at the sight of a flailing swimmer, one so seemingly pleasant all the same, voice...warmer this time, almost enticing and yet that same undercurrent of dominance and command seems to stir all the same.

"Why's a lovely thing like you hiding all the way over here now?"




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