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 June 26, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It is her scent, more than anything, that so sees his attention defer from the young woman he had been speaking to. It was a relief to some extent to find his mind carried elsewhere, the young red-haired woman before him having become steadily more drunk and with that loss of inhibition she'd become only more bold in her words and her touches, fingers tracing over the back of his hand in a manner he disapproved of, the words she whispered alluring to him and yet while he surely felt some sense of attraction to her, while a part of him held a certain desire for what she offered he found himself pulling away all the same. He dismisses himself from her easily enough, assured there was more then one other single man in this bar willing to pick up what he had left, his lean, lithe frame gliding almost effortlessly towards his new point of interest. She smelt like Claire, his Claire and for that alone he finds himself curious of her. At first he had believed the woman to be his demure, innocent little pack mate and yet he felt to thrum of pack bond between them, their scents similar but not entirely the same and a second evaluation had assured him that this surely wasn't his subordinate. That this was another fox however- he was almost certain of.

For a moment the snowy haired man merely watched her, violet gaze peering beneath that thick forelock of white as she finished another drink, speaking softly to the bartender before seeming to return to her own thoughts, whatever they might be. He has taken to almost enjoying the company of his own species, to a certain extent, vastly preferring other Were's as opposed to any other supernatural, tolerating his Hunter companions as opposed to truly enjoying them as he might have were they not so hell bent on his conformity to a set of rules he had little inclination to follow. He hardly wishes to dwell on it tonight however, directing the thoughts away along with any lingering concerns he had thought on tonight in regards to his disagreement with the Westside pack- pushing all such political nonsense to the back of his mind as he moved those last few strides towards her now. The waitress whom had served him earlier moved to hurry forwards once more, the woman a Were of some description, some sort of bird or other avian he is sure and yet others of his kind have so often displayed an ability to recognise an Alpha even without conversation, the wave of his hand seeing her hurry away once more in obedience. Perhaps he would talk to her later, he does so enjoy the obedient ones, so much less work is needed with such creatures.

"You remind me of someone."

His words are smooth, easy, a pleasant baritone though chipped with an edge of chill all the same as he allows himself to take the seat beside her, what is visible of his gaze beneath his thick locks resting softly upon her. She was a pretty thing, slender, delicate- if not perhaps a little drunk herself though for now he is hardly concerned with her level of sobriety.

"Frost."

He offers his name willingly enough, one hand offered towards her now, his own powers engaged to insure his skin remains pleasantly warm and comfortable beneath her own touch should she choose to take the offered hand.

"Have we met before, refur?"

The last word is spoken within his own language, those smooth syllables rolling effortlessly from his accented tongue as he offers them. She seems....unsettled, distracted though for now he remains silent upon it, gaze resting firmly upon her own. Curious of this creature who seems so familiar all the same.


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