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
they're mopping up the butcher's floor;
Posted on April 19, 2017 by kearn.
Well, at least the man - if you could call him that; with some there was more beast in their blood than anything, and Kearn had his suspicions in this case - wasn't one to mince words.
That's about the only upside he can think of as a heavy boot comes down, again and again, smashing his very expensive prize and offering a very clear metaphor. The boy watches, lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers curling into a loose fist. It was hard not to imagine the watch being something else, far more dear.
The Viking's hand is rough and Kearn must force himself not to recoil from the way it has him caught; he is no fan of human touch. He can coax a lock as gently as a lover, and that was by far the kind of contact he preferred. Still, he holds it steady, and his gaze drops to the pile of debris the Viking leaves there. The watch had been reduced to nothing but useless shards of metal and glass, minuscule cogs that would never turn again, and limp leather.
"You make a succinct point," he says, meeting those eyes like ice chips, and now there is a ghost of a smile that does not meet his own eyes. With no trash can nearby, he slips the mangled strap and face into his pocket and hopes no shards decide to make their home there.
"Kearn." He shrugs when the man continues, the slightest lifting of a shoulder. Hands it would be, then - nothing he hadn't been before. His hands were already dirty; it would be no hardship to keep them so for the Viking and his crew. Flora would mock him, of course, but Flora wasn't here, and there was a good reason for that. He seemed to be on thin enough ice as it was; involving her in the Utlagi business would likely make it shatter beneath them both.
"Anything particular I should know before we get started?" He was ready, he found, to get out of this park, away from all the sheep - and the lion among them. He was a thing made for shadows, not full sun.