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.

i stand with those who favor fire


Posted on September 05, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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Makes him feel alive? Hmm. Perhaps that was a correct assumption, the girl seeming to hold an ability of sorts to appreciate the more subtle meaning behind his own words. She is a clever thing, he thinks, more so then it would appear- such information stored within his mind all the same as she offers her own thoughts on the land of his birth. It had been years, truly, since he had ever taken the time to miss it, else consider it beyond a mere passing thought. Nostalgia was a dangerous thing, one Frost refused to allow himself to be prone to in this regard. He could not return home, not yet and as such there was no use dwelling upon that which he could not change. To speak of it however, to some extent was....pleasing, though in what capacity he does not truly know, the words she whispers to her own mind ignored for now.

"It is incomparable to these city walls- though the birth place of anyone, I imagine, holds some meaning for them. I will go back one day."

His shoulders roll in a shrug, dismissive once more, his words maintaining that ever calm, frosted edge that so seemed to cling to each of his words, affording them a bitterness that should not truly emit from one so young. As all things with the man however, he simply seems to dismiss the conversation with ease as they seat themselves within the café and the storm breaks overheard. He is intrigued by her power and the many different facets it holds. Whether she had truly explored the far reaches of her gifts however are perhaps of more pressing concern to the man, she seemed to be aware of her talents, but whether or not she had ever sought to actively utilise them was another question entirely and one he sought to answer at some point. How valuable she truly was remained to be seen, the man and his ever curious, calculating mind determined to investigate the possibility though for now he remains wholly apathetic in appearance, still somewhat oblivious to her utter determination to achieve what no one so far had managed- friendship. He is not a wholly disagreeable creature, not impossible to befriend and yet he is guarded, stoic perhaps, the walls that exist around him very near impenetrable and seemingly so. Those he perceives of use, perhaps, are afforded another view of the man though to others he presents a near irrevocable façade of indifference. It had become...necessary to become this way and yet he had existed as such for so long he has very near forgotten any other way to be. She claims her powers are adapt at defence, his head nodded now.

"I imagine it would."

His response is vague, though polite, as so often his responses tend to be and yet his interest upon her is intent all the same. It is simply his way of speaking perhaps, he wastes now words and those he does offer are carefully presented all the same. To mistake the man for vague however, is surely a terrible fault too many have made before. He reaches for the sugar cubes, aware of that humming within her mind once more, her thoughts pressing into his own if only because they relate to himself, the woman evidently finding amusement in his love of sugar as his lip quirks slightly upward once more in his own expression of amusement- as soft and subtle as much of his manner. Any old regular horse was he? One eye managed to lift ever so slightly though he mentions nothing of it for now, continuing to enjoy his stolen treat. Her question in regards to his eyes however more readily fixates his attention, fingers lifting loosely to offer her the view she so seemed to desire, though his right eyes remains covered all the same- that not yet a secret he holds any desire to share. He offers her such a view if only because she desires it, allowing her to admire that violet hued gaze that held little meaning for himself and yet seemed to appeal to her all the same. The thoughts that drift so willingly to him now seeing another simper dance briefly upon his lips as a chuckle rolls within his chest once more, the deep taint of his baritone voice parting the gentle silence again.

"Perhaps I should utilize my eyes more often if that is the effect they have. A little colour in your cheeks looks good- it becomes you."

He refers entirely to the flush of colour that dances so smoothly across her face, she is not the first to hold such a reaction, truly and yet he is not unappreciative of it. He enjoys women- as any man surely does and yet outside of his pack he rarely frequents with them in any capacity other than professional. Women were a...distraction. One he did not need in that sense. She is quiet, with the words that follow, the man offering the barest hint, perhaps, of some indication of his past and yet he is content enough not to be questioned on it further, the detached manner with which he offers the information suggesting he has long since given up on whatever emotion he had once held in regards to such a topic. The manner in which he brushes past it so hurriedly however, indicates that he may not nearly be so at peace with it as he seems. Scarlett does not question it however and perhaps she is wise to do so, the girl perceptive, controlled in her own emotions and as such the topic, for now, is breezed over as breakfast appears before them. The laugh she offers at his single worded explanation as she stabs a sausage with her own fork is free, light, the sort he has not truly heard in a long time. It was a pleasing sound on some level, yet as always he remains seemingly indifferent.

"Few come to that conclusion, obvious though it seems."

A flicker of a smile exists once more, flashed briefly towards her before he proceeds to enjoy his meal, taking barely a moment to maneuverer his meat to her own plate as his hair falls back into place, covering his gaze once more as the woman chews slowly. Wolfing her food evidently not one of her traits. That she was bitten, rather than born, sees a frown of sorts mark his features, thoughts inclined towards Calliel- the girl having suffered her own first change of late. That he was in the presence of another whom had been afflicted such a fate was intriguing, there was something to be learned from the woman perhaps though for now he sees no need to inquire further as his own thoughts ensnare upon the more potent information before him.

"We are designed to live in packs, it is dangerous to live alone, to an extent, though that you have managed on your own, especially after having being bitten as opposed to born to this life is....impressive. Few bitten Were's adapt so well."

He speaks the truth and little more, his words holding the same blunt honesty of her own as he regards the emerald eyed beauty before him once more- taking another bite of his toast to finish it as she asks of pack.

"Yes. I have my own pack, it is small but pleasant enough. My packmates are young like myself, both females. I was born an Alpha."

If the manner by which he had conducted himself so far was not evidence enough of such a thing then vocalising it surely made it clear. Most Were's, after all, could identify an Alpha readily- having lived alone so long however had perhaps diminished such an ability in Scarlett to notice the subtle....authority he held in near ever action. He offers no more upon his pack, unless she should seek to ask about it, gaze resting upon her a moment longer, affording her the opportunity to further state her curiosity should she desire to do so. He drains what remains of his tea, the last scraps of his meal cleared from his plate as he leans back, waiting for the woman to finish her own as he speaks once more.

"Tell me, Scar. If it is not too traumatic to remember- you were bitten- how long ago did such a thing occur? Can you shift at will yet or do you require the full moon still?

He is curious perhaps, as to how long it may well take Calliel to achieve a shift without the moon, the man unwilling to waste access to another bitten Were- Scarlett proving more valuable then he had first anticipated as one eye lifts slightly somewhere beneath his shock of white hair in anticipation. It is only when the woman finishes that he gestures towards the door once more, assured she would remove the rain when she desired it.

"Shall we?"

She had been right, surely, to believe as she had, her assumptions of the man whom rested so innocently before her entirely correct. He had survived this long purely because he is intelligent, cunning, manipulative should he desire to be so and yet dangerous is perhaps the most correct of her assumptions- though in what capacity remained to be seen. For now.



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