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 January 24, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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The cold laugh that slipped between the vampire woman's lips momentarily seemed to hold his attention, that cool, sharp sound grating against the sensitivity of his ears and hearing though he hardly paid it any mind- managing a look of disdain somewhere beneath that unruly mop of white hair before returning his features to his ever present look of neutrality as his fingers drummed softly against the polished wood of the table, waiting for the woman to either make herself useful else or find another man to bother with her determination to be problematic. It is rare to find a woman so bold, at least, in the lands he has come from it is and yet the man hardly finds it entirely off-putting as a whole. It is almost refreshing, really, to be met with a creature determined to press against her place in life- her manner and attitude speaking of a self-confidence so many of the female persuasion lack. Truly it only made them that much easier to dominate when need be, this one, he is sure, would be far more of a challenge in that regard and yet truly he remains undecided as to whether or not he actually desires to play her ridiculous game- especially when there are so few rewards to be gained at the end. The vampire's preference for other women hardly unnoticed.

The woman's step up and onto his chair before seating herself upon the table sees the man offer little more than a mild snort of derision at her actions, reaching forward to slide his own empty glass aside to facilitate her determination to sit upon the furniture itself before placing the bottle she held against her hip. Her legs, at least, were not a wholly unpleasant view for the violet hue of his gaze to linger upon as she made herself comfortable. Her sentence managed, for the barest of breaths, to bring a simper to his lips, fingers tracing the rim of his glass in a lackadaisical manner as he did, one long fingers easily sliding over the rounded rim before neatly folding back to allow the next finger it's turn in this seemingly absentminded gesture as the softest of frosted chuckles seems to part his throat.

"Oh come now, I hardly see why I should share my story when you have hardly given me yours. Perhaps if you tell me something interesting I might return the favour. As it is I think my brooding is hardly any more attractive than your shameless posing upon my table. If you did that on a street corner I'm sure you'd feel right at home."

The words are delivered in that same cool, baritone voice that seems to hold so little emotion beyond the barest hint of humour that slithers beneath it and the vague lift of his lips that so silently betrays his amusement. If it was not for the vampire woman's evident interest in other women he would be entirely inclined to believe her to be some form of....escort. If she wanted to push at him, fine, he was entirely inclined to push right back. It was a shame really, she was a pretty thing- and he always has enjoyed blondes. Polite conversation? The kick of her boot against his leg saw perhaps the barest hint of a falter within his otherwise nonchalant demeanour, little more than a facial...twitch of sorts and yet there a certain behaviours he is not entirely willing to tolerate. He has been kicked at entirely enough within his relatively young life- such is the burden of his animalistic form. Though for now his own control is maintained entirely well, the woman's pointed question seeming to direct his thoughts back upon her as that snowy forelock of hair seems to part for perhaps the first time as he leans upon his hand in the picture of comfort, that strange, violet gaze meeting her own levelly for the first time.

"If you want to have a polite conversation, then by all means, go ahead- though I think you're a little distracted by your...companion over there. Don't let my presence stop you, please- I'm more than happy to simply watch. One of us should get laid tonight."

Young he may be- innocent he is not, a chuckle humming from his throat once more, curious to see just how far this vampire would go.



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