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 10, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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He is not perhaps, so entirely well designed for the more gentle things in life. He is unused to these conversations, attempting to comfort people a foreign idea to the war house if only because he had never truly experienced such a thing outside his own Mother's embrace and yet even that had been years ago, back within a time and place he saw little need to dwell upon or remember. He understands however, even to some extent- that others in this world were hardly built as himself, they were not made to simply cast aside those emotions like birds in the breeze. Those such as Scarlett, it seemed, were designed to feel them and feel them in fully. Women often were, at least, more so then men and within his own experience and even despite his belief such feelings would do her no good in the long run, he hardly expects her to cast them aside. Nor does he find any true objection to her sharing such words with himself. She was as she was designed to be and he hardly saw a need to change such a thing. Emotion in some sense had its uses all the same, his own words attempting a gentleness foreign to him in some effort to explain to the woman his own understanding in this- even if his words might not be so entirely what she desired to hear. He hardly sought to deny her ability to feel as she did, nor did he see any true shame in it- his thoughts vastly different from her own and yet something in the man seems to be inclined to try and so assuage her distress- even if to only lessen the rain though his clothing was sodden as it was.

He keeps his mind from her own still, at this point, the man assured of what would turn within her thoughts even without his ability to so perceive them through his own affinity. Frost holding little desire to so view those memories of her grandparents, her family or the funeral that she alone had attended. Those thoughts were her own to have and indeed they were of little meaning to himself. As such he merely allows himself to fall silent in the wake of his words, Scarlett to seeming to have at least taken it upon herself to consider them although whether she would understand his own less conservative view of the world or erupt into a fresh wave of tears the man hardly knew. Crying woman were...fragile things and truly the stallion held little notion of what to do should she shatter into a fresh wave and bring upon them both another downpour. His own concealed gaze remains ahead, watching several people hurrying through the park in the wake of the impromptu storm. His own thoughts, as always, so entirely guarded and yet that impassive face had simply become the norm for the snowy-haired man as he leaves the girl to process his assurance that this in the least could be the start of something new rather then the end.

Her sudden admittance that he was right saw one eye arc softly upwards in surprise- the stallion having not anticipated her wholehearted agreement on this, Frost pausing to review the girl anew once more. Her simple sense was impressive within itself, the girl inclined to think even despite her state of distress- a truly notable quality though one surely rarely recognised. Frost entirely as perceptive as his species in this, so wholly capable of finding those more obscure traits in those around him. His own gaze glances away from the girl briefly once more, eyeing that rain that had ceased to be more than a drizzle before making her something of an offer. It is hardly a frivolous offer at that- the man ill inclined to allow just any within his home and yet he had held interest in Scarlett from the beginning. Her decidedly unusual positivity hardly understood by the man and yet nor is he foolish enough to so dismiss the use of someone inclined to see what he could not in the world. He is aware, after all, of his own shortcomings in this at least. His own world is black and white in a sense and yet there is no harm in so affording it a little colour, or at least, the company of one whom might remind him of it on occasion. Another woman to so entertain Edie and Claire too, would surely not be misplaced.

He simply waits in silence once more for the woman to consider her options in this, the faintest of simper touching his lips in some effort to comfort her further, even if only to have her promise she would not flood his home. He only had just fixed the floors from Kato's explosion of them. This is entirely why he does not permit other men within his territory so readily although, he supposed, had he not given Kato a bloody nose the man might not have ripped up the floors. Still, Frost hardly finds he regrets so reminding the man of his place. Order, after all, was a decidedly pleasant thing. Her promise that she would not create a storm within his home sees the softest of snorts of amusement so pass his lips before he moves to pull himself to his feet at last, one hand held abruptly towards Scarlett now, waiting for the woman to take it before so helping her to her own feet and gesturing across the park.

"Let's go home then."

He utters the words in those same, easy tones in which he so often speaks, the man assuring the woman held no objection to him so showing her where the rest of her new pack resided though whether she too chose to live there was her decision alone. There was certainly room and yet if she chose to maintain her own apartment then so be it. She had been within his home only once before had indeed whether she remembered the way remained to be seen, Frost content to walk beside her all the same, assuring that warmth of his own affinity still embraced them both. He allows then, those first few threads of pack bond to embrace the woman, so finding that line that connected her to himself and to each of her new pack mates in turn, allowing her to discover such a thing in her own time for now.

"Calliel is no longer with me but Edie and Claire will both be home later tonight for you to meet. It is your choice whether you choose to live with the pack or not, if you desire to keep your own home then you're welcome to do so all the same just as your welcome to live with us. The pack bond will assure you are connected to each of us all the same. Have you eaten this evening?"




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