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 August 30, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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The sudden fright in the black stallion at his appearance was momentarily amusing to the other stallion, the black creature lurching forward, the girl losing her balance before tumbling backwards and from her mount, the Fresian taking off into the darkness. Hmmm. Perhaps it was an intelligent being after all, an animal generally knows what it is outclassed and truly Frost is assured of his own dominance above such a creature- the animal perhaps perceiving it too, resulting in the manner with which it fled before the girl seemed to notice him at last. His continues to watch her as she calls for the horse, as if she believes it a dog that will come when summoned- his own ears twisting atop his handsome head to listen for it before returning his attention to the girl and her cracked phone. It was awfully late for such a pretty little thing to be out on her own, let alone out riding unaccompanied and yet for now he hardly dwells upon it, stepping forward and onto the road as those heavily feathered feet clop against the tar to carry him suddenly towards her.

His neck arches once more, nostrils flared in a snort, playing the role of 'horse' all the same as he does. She was watching him now, wary perhaps and yet why wouldn't she be. It was strange, surely, for a loose stallion to be strolling the streets unaccompanied and yet truly he seems to enjoy unsettling her a little- seeing no need to change to his human form just yet as the towering creature halts before her, muzzle extended towards her now. She had a horse didn't she? Surely she knew what he desired! No true rider of horses ever lacked a treats and indeed in this moment he seeks any stray lump of sugar or perhaps even an apple concealed somewhere upon her. Some animal instincts are difficult to ignore after all, his muzzle thrust against her once more, prodding at her pockets and shirt in search of anything she might be hiding, hardly concerned about personal space in this moment or the fact the girl may have a rope somewhere ready to slip over his head as he busily searches, ears pinned back momentarily in agitation, one hoof stamping in a display of poor temper before he steps back ever so slightly- ears forward now. Gazing at the woman with evident expectation. Waiting to be given the 'treat' he is sure he deserves. If not...perhaps he will simply make good with her phone....or her wallet...or whatever else he might like to steal if she lacks what he desires.


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