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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made 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 - weather it be illegal or merely 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 allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

    owned by Eve Thorn
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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

    Owner Eve Thorn

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    The VooDoo Room

    owned by Ceara Hade
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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

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    The Witchery

    owned by Rowena Metcalf
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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

    Owner Rowena Metcalf

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i'm more alive than i've ever been108.93.10.156Posted On November 13, 2017 at 4:53 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive than I've ever been


Nadya's hesitation was a tangible thing, as much so as a chill rattling its way down the curve of her spine. Isolt swore that she could almost smell the metallic tinge of the adrenaline pulse, and for this did she release the other woman from her embrace. It is a hesitation that she can understand, she supposed, the dramatic falling out between Nadya and her brother a known thing across the breadth of their community. Though it may have come as quite the surprise to the younger woman that Tetradore had hardly uttered a word to Isolt about the details of the less-than-quiet chaos of their personal strife; alas, word had reached her ears upon the loosened lips of her drunken patrons. Few things were sacred within these city limits, after all, and there was no sanctity in the mind of the drunken man. And truly, it was not for Isolt to suss out where the fault lay in the saga of Nadya and Tetradore. It was only for them and no one else.

A soft chuckle whispers past her lips as she kneels before the pair of cherubs. "I don't think that ever goes away, really. At least, it never did for my parents, they were chasing my brother around well into his teenage years." The auburn-haired woman rises then, welcoming the toddler into her arms as if she had done so a hundred times before, cradling her with the very same delicate assuredness as she had done in her infancy. Again does the youngster gather a handful of gossamer curls into her hand, giggling her delight and muttering hardly-decipherable gibberish to no one in particular. Isolt is silent for a long moment, simply allowing her eyes to rove over the toddler in her arms before she leans to plant the gentlest kiss upon her perfect little forehead. Hardly had she realized how deeply and desperating she had missed them until now, the warmth of Izzy's skin tugging in an almost cruel way at Isolt's heartstrings as she wished to a god she did not believe in that her skin might offer the babe the same comforting warmth.

"Oh my gosh, that's great! A dance studio? I may have to come by and have you teach me a few things... my brother once told me that I dance like a cat on a hot tin roof. But, from the way my mother and father used to dance, it may be genetic." Her eyes lift to those of her counterpart then, geniune glee sparkling as diamonds within her eyes. "I'm so happy for you, Nadya, really." At the other woman's query, though, Isolt heaves a breathless, heavy sigh no doubt fraught with the exasperation of planning nuptials that were fast approaching. Despite this, the smallest simper bleeds through to her cherry lips. "Yes, if I can manage to plan the damn thing without it falling apart," she offers, slender fingers rising to whisp feather-light tresses out of Izzy's eyes. "And if my fiance stops disappearing for months at a time." Her eyes cut to those of the woman opposite her, an apologetic look twisting at her otherwise pleasant features. "Sorry. But, uh, I sent your invitation to the condo. If you'll come by the pub I can get you one... I really hope you'll be able to make it. Tet will be there but... but I'd like you both to be there if you're okay with that."



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