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

He's A Magic Man


Posted on January 23, 2018 by Killian Carrick
North

Killian Carrick

The Call Home ... The Tune In Our Hearts



It was a very cold and chilly evening. The dark brown haired male couldn't feel anything on his face, as his beard helped with that. But the rest of him was rather chilled. He was bundled up in one of his favorite winter jackets, and dark jeans with some comfortable boots. He had just gotten off work at the Bistro and wanted to check out other parts of town. He had been here for a couple of months, and had yet to even see all that Sacrosanct had to offer. So, as he would pull out his phone, he looked around. It was the first time he had even ventured to the Northern part of town, but he wasn't regretting it. The street lights casted a comforting and welcome ambiance. That would explain why there was a mass amount of people out and about.
The Irishman exhaled deeply as he would see his own breath in the cold filled air. He chuckled a little under his breath, and felt like he was back home in Ireland with how cold it was.

Just not as rainy as it would be in some parts, but he could live without the wet rain. It only made for a miserable outing, but he did like the rain and the sounds it made on certain roofs and ground.
There was just something soothing about a downpour, as he found himself lost in auditory thought. He leaned against a lamp post for a moment and felt himself drift off to his old homestead in Ireland. The rain hitting the roof and the tin covering of the outside porch. It was heaven to him. Killian smiled as he came off of the lamp post and would stroll on down the sidewalk. He felt his hands start to not feel so numb as they sat comfortably in the pocket of his winter jacket. The irishman kicked his feet at the ground as he stood at a crosswalk and would wait for his signal to walk. Across the way was the place he had heard so many stories about, "The Witchery".

He had heard it was quite the place to be, and that it had its own coven. Well, at least what he had heard from the lips of the people wondering the streets. The Irishman's curiosity was highly peaked as he would finally get the greenlight to walk across. He had excitement in his eyes as he made his way to the front of The Witchery, but he would look over and feel a cool breeze graze across the skin of his upper-cheek bones. He didn't know where it came from, but he say a man wearing Converse standing against the wall. Killian and the stranger made eye contact, and he thought he would shy away. But he didn't, he would lean on the opposite side and smile at the stranger.

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