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.

give me a shot to remember


Posted on November 21, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
North
aiden tetradore

Parties had never particularly been the were-panther's forte. For days he had contemplated on attending the masquerade, continually switching from making his own appearance or forgoing the event all together. He had expected for the event to go poorly, at least to some extent with Isolt and Nadya's presence. Surprisingly, the former had been to busy within her own clique to venture much beyond the shadows and the latter had chosen not to make an appearance all together. The last thing that Tetradore had anticipated was to find himself upon the dance floor with the were-tiger within his arms, spinning her effortlessly as if she was a ballerina. Unfortunately, her presence was hardly one he was given the chance to enjoy, with his Beta on the move and to a Dark Hunter, no less. His emerald eyes shifted to the female within his grasp, offering her the choice to join him or leave the scene unscathed. He was hardly surprised to find her nodding in a measure of encouragement, reaching down to pluck blades hidden upon her thighs. His eyebrows raise ever so slightly as she expertly flipped the blade over her knuckles handing it to him. Tetradore was hardly unskilled when it came to the use of blades and held no sense of hesitation as he plucked the blade from her grasp.

He glided behind her in a nonchalant nature, weaving between couples as they made their way through the crowd and towards the small contingency of weres. Briefly, he noted the slender woman from the bar he'd earlier been seated at, his gaze dancing over her closeness to the pair with only the slightest of interests, entirely ignorant to the shield that wrapped around the trio. He was so focused upon the Dark Hunter in front of the small gathering that he had missed the ivory haired stranger that strode purposefully into their mists, slamming the she-wolf against the wall. A low growl immediately reverberated within his vocal cords, his own pending claim to her demanding his involvement into the affair. The threat was apparently hardly necessary for as swiftly as the stranger had come, he pivoted to vanish back into the crowd he had appeared from, and with good reason it had seemed. Tetradore was hardly surprised to find the tuxedo he had managed to shove the lanky deviant within, the cloth exploding to the pelt of the spotted feline. For one fleeting moment, their gazes met, golden meeting green and ever so slightly, Tetradore offered him the smallest of nods of permission.

It was the leopard's sudden presence that had distracted him from the newest thread, the crossbow's appearance caught belatedly out of his periphery gaze, the gleam of lights dancing across the metal bolts. The first bolt slammed into wall, the noise immediately drawing his attention, his gaze shifting towards the Dark Hunter that spun expertly away from the small group. He had just enough time to raise his own arm, letting his dagger go flying before the hunter's aim turned towards himself and the purple eyed female at his side. His head whipped in the woman's direction, reaching out for her, his hand wrapping firmly around her wrist. He pulled her against him, quite literally throwing himself between her and the oncoming bolts, placing her between himself and the wall behind her. He had beat the arrow by milliseconds at best, the bolt colliding into his shoulder, the arrow head slicing through cloth and flesh. A strangled grunt left his lips as the tip of the arrow peaked out of the other side of his shoulder. His grip upon the girl grew weak, his opposite hand curling into a fist. Pain was something Tetradore knew particularly well, or rather he had. His tolerance for such had become lack in the months he'd spent free of Risque's hold and vaguely he couldn't help but to think that this hurt vastly more then he remembered it.

His emerald gaze found those amethyst eyes, his voice weakly inquiring one simple question of her, "Are....are you okay?" His baritone lyrics were a whisper at best, his attention no longer cast behind him, ignoring entirely the crashing of the chandelier as it fell upon his Beta. In that moment, Tetradore found himself able to focus on very little, hoping the Dark Hunter had his fill for the night, because god help him if he had to further protect the pack he wished to create.

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