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.

you're my water you're my wine; arlo


Posted on February 22, 2017 by malek ackerman
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Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.


Another restless night where alcohol could not quite squash that feeling of anxiety finds the man being chased from his apartment, a jacket slung across his shoulders, hair unbound falling in a wave over his shoulder. Reaching up to scratch his chin, he wanders down the oddly abandoned streets feeling the need to feed on something, solely because he was bored. Malek had spent several months in Sacro and though he liked it, he found that he had a rather difficult time meeting people. The vampire didn't particularly mind traveling alone however, it was rather nice to spend a day or a night with someone, yet many humans and supernaturals had difficulties seeing past his affinity to the vampire beneath.

Heaving a sigh, he finds himself pacing outside of his favorite bar, the bartender had finally forgiven him for his night excursion with Dorian, months ago, for being kicked out and being far too drunk for his own good. Cringing at the memory, he pushes his way through the door offering a weak wave towards the bartender. He notices the stern look pointed in his direction, while Malek gives an apologetic smile, holding his hands up in defeat. Sliding onto the barstool, he orders a drink after convincing the man he wouldn't cause problems tonight.

The vampire stays awhile, knocking back a few drinks, enough to give him a slight buzz but nothing more. He simply wanted to quiet his affinity for the evening, not get completely drunk. If the man was being honest with himself, he was attempting to limit his amount of drinks in a day. Was that working for him? Not exactly. Forking over the bills, he nods at the bartender before sliding off the stool and exiting the building.

He was saddened to see that the night was still young.

Mumbling incoherently to himself, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jackets as he continues his stroll down the street. A light breeze ruffles his hair and he lets his mind wander aimlessly, not particularly caring where his feet take him, instead he wonders briefly if he should have worn his hair up or not. When you're an ancient with little to do in the mundane world and very little friends, he finds himself wondering about little things that have absolutely nothing to do with anything.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.

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