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.

Feral by Nature


Posted on October 30, 2016 by Malia Tate
North


He acts seemingly uninterested in my very presence up until I give him a pet name, calling him by the fairy tale I remember in my pack about the coyote with very long fur, so long it hung down in her eyes. That must be uncomfortable. I remember as a pup, I used to always question how she could hunt with all that fur in the way but of course I was always told that coyotes don't hunt, we just scavenge. Well I changed that, didn't I.

I can't tell if he's amused or growing irritated with my loose words, not that I care either way. Just as the panther grew frustrated with my wagging tongue, I don't plan to treat this zebra/deer thing any different. At his challenge, telling me to show him my teeth, I grin and curl my lips up all the more. "We'll just see about that." I lick my lips, already eying his muscular haunches and chest. I bet he could feed the pack for a month. I've always liked a challenge and a dare.

At his question, I snort. "Of course. Dogs are domestic slaves of humans, inferior in every way. They are controlled and don't know their true place in the circle of life. How would you like to be called a goat?" My eyes narrow at him daringly, my hackles trembling in anticipation as he steps toward me and crouches. Doesn't he know better than to put his disgusting human face so close to my teeth? My growl grows more menacing, my head lowering if only to get a better angle to lunch upward should I get the hankering.

The sudden reach of his hand beneath my jaw is unexpected though, my head jerking up and back out of his reach as if hit, my jaws snapping readily at the hand that dared to touch me as I back up and coil on my back legs, all muscles poised to attack. "Pretty serves no purpose for my kind. Such a human thing to say. For your information, I don't know how to shift. I didn't even know until a few months ago that I'm a....Were thingy. I've always just been a coyote." It's nothing for me to admit this to him. It's not like it's a secret I'm trying to keep or anything and as always, I say whatever comes to mind but I eye him more cautiously now. The only thing keeping me from attacking is the matter that he's a Were and I know what humans can do with their extra fingers and weapons. Who knows if he's got a gun hidden behind his back or something?

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