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.
to say that for destruction
Posted on March 29, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 Her outright admittance of seeking power, or at least, a power higher than her current station allowed her in life was...unusual and yet not wholly dissatisfying in itself. There was a blatant honesty to her desire, a simple manner in which the woman was entirely unashamed to admit she had turned away from her family and homeland on some level in pursuit of what they had been unable to give her. For a moment the man is half inclined to believe he may have more in common with the woman beside him then he had first believed, neither wholly accepting of their stations in life. She, just as himself, having turned away from those unwilling to provide what she needed and indeed some part of the man is almost inclined to respect the girl for her utter willingness to say what far to many desire and yet are too fearful to ever admit to. What crime was it, truly, to admit to love of being in command? Those too fearful to state it aloud had already assured such a thing lingered outside of their grasps. Edie, in the least, had displayed more spine then most in those few moments in which her green gaze met his own. As for her refusal to marry up and rely on a man as the source of her power that was indeed...intriguing. How far, truly, would this slender young woman go if given access to the type of power she seemed to desire? High enough, he thinks, to be a potential threat to himself if her attitude proved to be as entirely as ambitious as it appeared and yet for now the man is content enough to offer her a mere taste perhaps- if only to see what she does with it. Her teasing words once more earning her that ghost of a simper before he proceeds to twist the situation entirely back into his own command. The touch of his own power against her is little more then that, a mere touch, a subtle taste of his true capabilities, his biological temperature control by far the most potent and well-practised of his powers and as such the control he wields upon it is absolute as he allows it to caress her form. He sees so shame in so easily teasing at the loose threads of her control, in placing even the slightest pressure upon her to see just how willing she might or might not be to go through with the teasing she had offered him before. Perhaps he is equine by nature, prey not predator, yet there are few species so capable of scenting fear upon others, the man searching silently for even the faintest hint of hesitation or discomfort in the woman at his sudden proximity and lingering intention, seemingly, of tasting her lips- before abruptly releasing her, putting space between them once more. It is a well-played tease, the stallion entirely aware of it as a simper traces his handsome features smoothly once more, entirely content to leave the pretty young woman hot and bothered- the anger that dances across her features threatening to betray her and for a moment Frost very near believes her to be upon the edge of faulting, of allowing a crack of sorts to appear in her façade. Before she makes a rather pleasing recovery. Hmm. Perhaps she was a more worthy opponent in such a game then he had first believed. So far Nadya alone the only woman willing to meet his challenge head on- until now. Her single, uttered admittance is met with an easy shrug of concomitance though his gaze remains upon her all the same, assessing each movement despite the languid position of ease he had taken up against the tree. Edie moves suddenly, closing the distance between them more quickly than he had anticipated- though for now the man pulls back each of his powers, eyeing the girl almost warily as she suddenly grasps his right arm. Her fingernails rake suddenly and painfully down it, leaving bloodied, burning scratches in their wake, a grunt of displeasure forced from within his throat, moving to pull his arm away by reflex alone as he frowns beneath that tousled hair, gaze flicking from his wounded arm to the girl and back. "Interesting choice of first impressions." His words remain near unsettlingly calm, the thinnest, finest taint of agitation woven delicately within- unheard perhaps, by any save those who know him well and yet any further action the man may have chosen to take is abruptly halted by the rapid repair of the cuts- far faster than his own natural healing would allow. For a moment the violet of his gaze lingers upon his arm, holding it briefly out before him as if to examine her work, one finger brushing back along the now healed skin before his attention returns to her- arms folding across his own chest. "I've witnessed this sort of power before, I know of its....uses." The memory of Nadya's lips on his own and the near intoxicating rush of her own power healing the wounds he had taken from her son still lingered readily within his memory and yet Edie, it would seem, hardly required touch to unleash her own power (both fortunate and unfortunate really), the smugness of the woman seeming to indicate she was aware of her own potential to at least some extent. Frost moving to speak at last. "I'll make you a deal then, Edie. Since I find your power impressive enough to have my attention. I'll make you a member of my pack, I'll acknowledge you as my Beta and afford you my protection on the very simple condition that your loyalties belong only to me. Can you agree to that?" His voice remains neutral as always, smooth baritone ringing easily into the air as he stands at last, stepping easily forward to stand before her, offering her his hand now. "As for your charming beauty and wit, which seemed to have earned you a tent so far, you're welcome to continue sleeping in it- unless of course you'd rather come home with me, your choice." He sees no need to explain how he had come to gain knowledge of her current sleeping situation, merely offering her a better alternative- an actual home, a privilege of pack alone and one he is sure is superior to the earth in the park. |
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- you gotta stay clever if you wanna survive - By Edith Graham on March 29, 2016 at 6:41 PM