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

My heart was born out of the fire


Posted on July 19, 2018 by Ezekiel Hayes
North

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Sleep was hard to come by lately. Ezekiel gave up on the attempt and rolled over in bed until his feet hit the ground, sluggishly running a hand through his untamed hair. What was another night without sleep? He supposed he could get some work done seeing as most of his assignments from the Council could only be accomplished once the sun went down after all. The man sighed heavily, padding over to his closet and selecting a suit for the evening. He pulled on the dark khaki pants, white button up shirt, and shrugged on the matching dark jacket. Once he was assured his possessions were tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket did he leave the spartan apartment flat he called home for the time being.

Ezekiel meandered the streets of Sacrosanct, hands in his pockets, watching the other people as they too strolled the streets some with missions and others as lackadaisical in their time of arrival as he. The very city hummed with the magic of its population. No other city that he had been sent to was so densely populated and open about their supernatural community. That was exactly why he had been sent here though was it not? It seemed that some had become too comfortable and forgotten the very grace the Council gave turning much of a blind eye to the city. There was only one rule; no killing humans. The general control over the supernaturals seemed to have wane and now here he found himself on its streets to get it back in order.

During his month here he had already done some reconnaissance to figure out where the supernatural population tended to hang out and where the other hunters had stationed themselves. He'd get to the other hunters in due time. First order of business was his first assignment to find a witch who had broken the no killing rule. Ezekiel came upon one such establishment that he had found before, finding the name Voodoo Room seemingly outward but supposed the owners found it ironic. He nodded to the man at the door as he entered the building, surveying the individuals inside as he slowly made his way towards the bar.

Ezekiel came up near a woman whose hair was the color like freshly fallen snow. His gaze swept over her though it wasn't her attire that registered but the slight point to her ears that marked her as fae. His hunter trained mind quickly filed her away as no threat. His attention didn't even linger on her as many other males probably would of. Instead he signaled the bartender who slid over to him. "Johnnie Walker whiskey, dry." The bartender nodded and pulled the top shelf liquor and poured a short glass worth. As the bartender slid the drink over to him, Ezekiel pulled a small folded photograph from his inside jacket pocket and showed it to the man. "Have you seen this woman?" The bartender examined the photo before finally shaking his head. Ezekiel nodded, "Thank you." He tucked the photo back into its place as he took a sip of his drink. Only then did he turn his attention lazily back on the rest of the people, categorizing them in old habit based on the supernatural energy they exuded.


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