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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

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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

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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.

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you've got a long way to go to be good50.46.99.184Posted On June 23, 2016 at 10:31 PM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

Even though the words would surely never leave the Dark Hunter's lips, he might admit to himself that Frost had not entirely failed as a steed. Their ride north had been uncomfortable for the hunter, the man hadn't been in a saddle for as long as this in quite some time, but it had hardly been a fault on the part of the ivory draft. Their conversation, in turn, had not been wholly unpleasant, even if it had lingered nearly entirely upon the Macedonian King's past. After all, having nearly two thousands years of life certainly left some talking points. And, admittedly, it had been some time since Alexander had found any individual he had any inclination to discuss any such particulars with either. That and the lingering silence that surrounded them surely helped to the man's unusual talkativeness. "You can't have possibly thought that in all the years supernaturals have been around that none of have risen to power?" He inquired. After all, he himself had contemplated this very fact once he knew of their existence. What if Anubis had been a real man? A were that the Egyptians had merely misconstrued as a god, especially considering himself had risen to such an illusive status. It was hardly that far of a stretch to make.

"No, the Irish president was not, the Irish Republican Army was only just laying their foundation. They despised their president's particular like of the United States president and intercepted his shipment of deer to replace them with their own weres." The whole scandal was rather matter-of-fact as it fell from the Dark Hunter's lips, a small shrug crossing his shoulders, "Back then, the council based in the states had little thought of choosing dangerous targets and simply preferred to eradicate any species not mortal or hunter regardless of the consequence. Their foresight was short lived and likewise, they too did not live long." After all, Alexander himself had seen the rise and fall of many members of the illusive group, never taking a particular interest in such bureaucracy. He was a war god, not a diplomate - unless, of course, it interested him. He hadn't expected the next inquiry that entered his mind however, the man nodding ever so slightly, "Of course, I cannot be everywhere at once." The hunter responded, quickly becoming distracted from their conversation by the river that snaked before them.

Quite purposefully, the man's comment on Frost's capabilities fell from his lips, knowing well Frost's rebellious nature. It was by far the best way to convince the equine to do anything - to simply show some sort of doubt that he could. He met Frost's gaze with a deadpan one of his own, only allowing that small simper of satisfaction cross his lips when the ivory steed turned his attention away from him. He was silent as the creature eyed the frigid water in front of them, fully willing to be patient enough to wait for the creature to come to his own conclusion. A grunt left his lips at Frost's own comment of his ability to stay upon the steed's back. "I have managed thus far, despite your efforts." He responded dryly, fully pointing out his continued annoyances at Frost's childish behavior as far as horses went.

He could feel the steed's muscles beneath him, the horse clearly prepared to propel the pair across the icicle shores the moment he gave the word. His heels bit into the horse's side, his own body moving to help assist with the jump. He felt the horse push off from the bank beneath him. He could see the opposite end of the bank, and for a vague moment he was concerned of their ability to make it - had he underestimated Frost's abilities? A jarring second later, however, and the front of Frost's feet landed on the other side, the creature's back end scrambling for a perch. Alexander leaned backwards, shifting his own weight to help assist with the effort to regain footing, hardly wanting the wet supplies any further then Frost himself did. Alexander was hardly inattentive to those two words that surely he never thought he would hear, the man momentarily silenced as Frost began to move forward and into the town. His blue-green gaze momentarily crossed over the facades of the buildings, nearly jealous for what little warmth they might have within those hovels. Still, he was not a fool enough to impose upon them.

Alexander slid off of the back of his companion as the equine prattled on, clearly goading him with his intent to remain in the form he was. Alexander hardly objected, however. After all, this was the life that was so innate for him - a horse and a single tent by himself. The dark hunter pulled the supplies off of the equine, hardly bothering to argue with the horse, much less say anything at all as he fiddled with the straps for the tent. In truth, it took Alexander a bit longer then it might have otherwise. Modern tents held far more to them then simple sticks and ropes to be tied. Nevertheless, he had managed. It was only when the tent was pitched and their supplies relatively put inside that Alexander paused outside the front of it, his gaze slowly shifting towards the horse before commenting in response to his earlier thanks. "Frost - I know you find this hard to believe but….I won't set you up to fail." And that, was the simple truth. He expected the best out of his men, he always did, but he never sent them to a battle they couldn't win or a task they couldn't complete. Frost was no different. He hardly expected a response, much less waited for one before crawling into what little warmth their tent might provide them for this cold, chilly night.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own



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