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 23, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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That the vampire seemed to find this situation more than merely humorous did little to impress the towering equine, an irritable snort released as he waited for the vampire to actually cease his ridiculous chuckling and perform the task at hand- hardly believing the creature capable of that at this stage and yet, truly, if he was to have any hope of speaking with the man- let along getting home without getting arrested he required something of an outfit to do it in. At the vampire mans assurance he understood (at last), Frost merely allowed himself to wait, until the vampire whirled back towards him with a demand he be repaid. Hmm, were he capable of it Frost may very well have found himself inclined to chuckle at the very thought the other man seemed to believe he would ever see even a dollar of that money again. For now however, the stallion merely offers a nod of sorts. Even in equine form he is entirely capable of lying when he should so choose to do so. Besides, he has hardly decided whether or not he finds this man likeable. The other man however, at least appears to be a swift shopper, a point within his favour to be sure as he emerges from the store at last, reaching up to pat Frost's neck in a manner he finds mildly condescending and yet...not wholly terrible all the same. He favours being scratched here in truth, yet such an admittance is yet to leave his lips. It would be imprudent, after all, to admit such a failing to his animal instincts.

He reaches out to take the offered bag, heavy feathered hooves turning in place to pace away from the vampire now, loping back across the street and into whatever cover he could find amongst the hedges and manicured gardens that so dictated this area of town. The shift comes easily enough, fur replaced with skin, that white mane replaced with a shock of equally snowy hair that continued to hang over his eyes all the same. Getting dressed however- proved to be another matter entirely, one hand moving to reach into the bag, unfolding the pair of jeans.

"Fucking hell."

It is the only words Frost truly finds for the situation, strange violet-hued eyes staring at the jeans (nice as they were) that were miles too long. It was to be expected perhaps, his equine form was over 16hh and 1600lbs, one would hardly expect his human form to be, well, so dramatically different and yet at barely 5'8 in height and in position of a rather light, lithe frame the clothing was in the very least going to cover almost all of him. It is with something of a sigh that the stallion proceeds to dress himself in the jeans and button shirt, forced to roll the ends of the jeans up- though there was little to be achieved in fixing the shirt- noticeable several sizes too big and yet he supposed he couldn't blame the vampire. The man had tried. He steps easily from the bushes now, doing up the last few buttons as he does, striding back towards the other man now- offering him a moment to become accustomed to his human form before speaking.

"You'll have to forgive me, I left my wallet in my other pants."

The barest hint of a simper moves to trace his lips, a fleeting, momentary gesture that dissipates near instantly as those decidedly cool lyrics are offered. There is little about Frost, after all, that is warm in any way. For a moment he allows his gaze to trail back towards his personal shopper, making no move to hide the manner in which he observes the man before him more fully now with human eyes- as if deciding whether or not the vampire was truly worth his conversation- though curiosity, it would seem, has won out.

"You are a vampire- why were you jogging? Does your species not stay naturally fit as so many of you appear to be?"

He had never truly laid eyes upon an overweight vampire, much less one not capable of physical extremes should they decide to do so, one barely visible violet eye lifting ever so slightly in expectation of a response before his hand extends briefly.

"Frost."



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