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.

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on June 27, 2014 by Tobias
North
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It has been years indeed since he has last been asked of he was 'okay' her concern met instead with a wary glare, as if he expects some form of joke to follow her momentary display of care, eyes narrowed as he regards her now, having clearly misunderstood her concern. He is not used to being cared for, not used to being asked, injury little more then a form of weakness to be exploited by anything predatory and indeed- even if he does not understand what sort of animal she is supposed to be he is given well enough to believe that weakness is better withheld from the view of anything with teeth. She would hardly be a match of him, he is sure, his own domineering person and powerful form far superior to her own and yet some habits die hard, years of tending to himself seeing her concern met entirely with suspicion before she moves to ever so fortunately change the topic to the liquid itself, that strong scent meeting his nose as he snorts slightly. Her attempts however, to drink only as much as she desires are met with a ready scowl, his own attention shifting back to the caviar before him, dark eyes looking with ready disdain upon the half eaten plate, lip lifting upward in distaste at the thought of continuing to attempt this meal, his desire to ignore the remains of the food resulting in a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Fine."

This he will agree to, it would seem, mind capable of understanding the words she offers, drinking only as much as she wants, just as he ate only as much as he wanted, head tilting in curiosity as she moves to attempt to pour the wine into her mouth while he continue to pick broken glass from his own bloodied lips, his healing abilities already moving to slow the damage done. The sudden chocking and gasping of the Werefox sees his own lips lift into a grin, hands clapping together in delight as he snickers, pleased indeed that the woman has been caused to suffer just as much as himself before she turns to offer it to him, one hand reaching automatically for what is offered to him before his mind seems to understand- hand rapidly withdrawn now.

"I do not....want it! You cannot....trick me."

Sneaky girl. Sneaky. This is what he thinks, halting, garbled words telling her as much, lips parting once more before the hotel room door swings suddenly open, the witch and warlock standing stunned within the doorway at the boy and girl sitting at the table, evidently helping themselves to lunch- or part of it. Who the hell are you two?. It is the warlock that reacts first, the older man stepping in front of his wife, the beginnings of power beginning to stir around his form as Tobias simply stares, evidently believing the question to be entirely serious.

"I am...Tobi and this is...Pretty."

He speaks matter-of-factly, pointing to the naked girl. The warlock evidently not entirely thrilled with this answer as the chair the boy is sitting on seems to begin to levitate, lifting the WereLeopard into the air with a started yelp before he lips from it, landing neatly upon his bare feet- before the possessed chair launches directly towards them both, Tobias ducking hurriedly, eyes narrowing as a bedside lamp decides to join the fray, pelted by some magical forced towards his head.

"Time to go...Pretty."

He hardly waits, reaching out to grasp her hand, pulling her towards him before his form shifts and contorts, the boy replaced with the leopard once more, lips parted in a near defening roar that sees the warlock hesitate, if only momentarily before the giant spotted cat lunges for the nearest open window, leaping out and onto the rafters, dodging the flying furniture that launches after him, scrambling frantically upwards, cause slashing divots in the roof tiles as he does, lunging upward until he stands upon the very top of the roof itself, golden eyes searching momentarily for Pretty, a satisfied purr rising within his throat as the fox appears momentarily later.

I have to....go home now but.....we can play...together...again yes?

It would seem he has decided to like the Fox girl and as such seeks some assurance she will play with him again.....


Tobi
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