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 September 13, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It is perhaps the first time he had ever truly had clothes thrown at him, the shirt and pants caught easily as the violet of his gaze examines them rather critically a moment before abruptly tossing the sweatshirt back towards her, moving to pull only the pants on leaving himself bare chested all the same.

"I do not feel temperature, you can keep your shirt, you will get cold well before I do."

It was the truth, entirely, his abilities preventing any real need for him to utilise clothing for anything other than the constraints of society, head tilted downward once more to eye the pants all the same with marked distaste, having put them on simply to stop the poor girl from blushing so shamelessly as she did- even despite the amusement he took from it. Her mention of the riding crop in response to his question sees his own attention turn to her hands, watching her move it about between her fingers, eyes narrowed slightly upon it all the same. It had been years, truthfully, since anyone had ever sought to strike him with such a thing and yet, while agitating, it had at least proven that this girl was hardly the pushover she appeared. Her words however, are met with a decided shrug.

"There are riding stables here, in the South, how did you know I simply wasn't from there? How did you know you weren't injuring priceless breeding stock?"

He chuckles again, quite content to imply that he was rather then stud when he chose to be, teasing at her again if only because it was simply so easy to do so- arms folding across his chest now as the girl proceeded to mount her horse once more, content to scowl down at him. Humans were such an odd species- perhaps he should have expected no different. Her words once more, seeming tainted with frustration, or perhaps simple confusion it truly was hard to tell, she could hardly be blamed really, the poor girl had surely had quite the night.

"Well then, I should hate to keep you any longer. Can you manage to get yourself home from here on that animal, or do you need me to walk you home? It would be....unfortunate if you fell off again."
He hardly cares truly, which she might choose, simply inquiring as to whether she could actually make it home with hr injury else she needed some sort of assistance to get there. See? He's not all bad now is he?




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