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 14, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
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Hmm, poor creature, had he truly become so entirely terrifying that he could not even be afforded the pleasure of her gaze? This momentary consideration sees the barest hint of a simper linger upon the man's youthful features as he continues to lean back and against the bar, mind rapidly having seized upon a potential victim, every line and posture of her frame displaying her insecurity and willingness to very near crumple before him. Power is ever so...alluring. The woman's determination to stare at her shoes was perhaps more enticing then is was repealing. Is it not about time the predators of this world held a little more respect for the prey that refused to bow? Perhaps he shouldn't tease her so, the poor girl had so little spine he was half inclined to wonder how easy it might be to make her snap, her muttered words assuring that piercing violet gaze remains upon her from beneath those lashings of white hair.

"I see."

It is little more the a murmur, spoken in those same silken lyrics that seem to dance so delicately atop the precipice of something far more violent and yet so well contained beneath that easy façade of control that exudes from the young man- one he is very near given to feel from another, eyes lifting briefly from Alexis to linger upon the dance floor, having become more aware of the other Were's within the room for perhaps the first time. He can smell predators, the vile scent invading the air about him as his jaw merely sets in a firm line of discord. There are predator's here- far more than one, a pack perhaps and yet to logistics of such a thing remain elusive to him for now, gaze lingering briefly upon a dark haired women and green-eyed man before the rapid approach of another is inclined to refocus his attention. The nervous, cowering female whom had been the unfortunate recipient of his initial interest is rapidly and perhaps mercifully forgotten as the curly haired woman halts before him, the stench of wolf that bled from every pore a scent the young man has come to know so very well and yet a scent that sees his features recoil slightly at the mere onslaught. The tall man she had proceeded to drag behind her is afforded barely a glance and yet the titanium chain about the leopards neck sees the equines eyes narrow momentarily, the carved image of Fenrir resting upon it's polished surface readily seeming to ensnare his interest. It is an Alpha Chain- one similar to his own and yet-.

His thoughts simply continue no further, something swift and sharp given to strike firmly against his cheek, the man having made no move to dodge such a blow, for perhaps it is entirely unexpected- just as his reaction is surely given to be. The often callous blonde offers little more then a shake of his head, hand reaching up to brush momentarily against his slightly reddened cheek, frowning slightly as the woman speaks before one eye simply lifts in some vague look of curiosity. An ass was he now? Hmm. Her words seem to do little more than earn her a look of mild intrigue before she pivots upon her veritable paws to storm away, cat and vixen in toe. Oh why did they have to be so very disobedient? He allows her to reach her destination, watching her still beneath that forelock of wild hair as those first tendrils of his own power begin to slither and coil about his frame, cooling fingers of cold rushing to his cheek to sooth and draw away the heat her hand had left upon him. It is hardly the first time women has displayed her agitation with his presence and yet it is rare for one to be so very bold in her discontent- the young man ill tolerant of such things as he moves at last to trail after her. Her proximity to what he can only perceive is her mate is....regrettable, in as much the same manner as is her evident familiarity with a witch and a blonde Hunter Frost knows far too well. Evidently Azrael had made it out of Russia. How very uninspiring. Old memories, for now, are forced aside, Azrael an issue he simply chooses not to engage in this moment. His focus for now, remains upon the slender wolf as she stands to the side of the group. He pauses easily at her side, offering her barely a moment to acknowledge his presence, ignoring Hunter and Witch and Leopard and Fox alike, that beautifully sinful smile tracing his youthful features before one hand lifts to rather suddenly and forcefully slam the girl up against the nearest wall, fingers closing around her soft and supple throat, just enough pressure applied to make breathing rather a painful task and yet not wholly impossible. What was wrong with letting her gasp a little?

"Be careful who you bark at, Puppy."

It is merely fortunate for her perhaps, that he has neither the time nor the inclination to continue this lesson, the proximity of both Hunter and her Pack dictating it is to be a rather short lived moment of revenge, hand releasing its grip upon her, leaving her to catch her breath upon the wall or floor, wherever she felt the need to collapse. He dislikes this women, rather intensely so. He pivots readily on his heel now, stepping abruptly around Alexis and heading for the door once more before Azrael or any of the wolf's pack should decide to mount an assault. Perhaps tonight had not been entirely a waste of his time after all, a chuckle of sorts humming within his chest as he stepped easily back out and into the night, ignoring the sounds of chaos echoing behind him. Perhaps this was not an entirely uninteresting city after all. Besides- what war horse has ever truly been able to ignore the chance for a fight?


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