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

the rest of the world fades from view


Posted on January 07, 2019 by isolt griffin
North

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


Her fiance's quip towards the elderly nurse earns him the gentle nudging of an elbow into his side, though a simper blooms reluctantly upon Isolt's pouty lips as she glances up towards him. "Don't be a jerk," she issues in hushed tones, but the admonishment is notably absent from her voice. Instead does she lower herself into the leather cradle of the couch with, perhaps, ever so slightly less grace than was her usual custom given the shift in her body's proportions. The redheaded vampire leans into the reassuringly sturdy frame of her lover, her slender fingers almost instinctively finding his own in a most gentle embrace.

Who would have ever believed that they might find themselves here... two individuals from eras that had never been destined to intermingle and yet immortality had drawn the threads of their respective tapestries together into something astounding and beautiful. Isolt would be wont to admit herself unbelieving had someone mentioned such a scenario to her... far less would she have been given to believing that she might come to bear a child with her undead lover. For even in this alternate life of unfathomable possibility such a thing was not oft encountered. What manner of parents would they find themselves to be? Would Damon embrace the imminence of his fatherhood as readily and with as much wanton optimism as Isolt was beginning to embrace the promise of motherhood? Or would the trepidation that plagued her lover's heart cast out its tenebrific shadow to smother the budding flicker of parenthood's splendor?

Isolt is tugged quite abruptly from her quiet considerations by the shrill giggling of the toddler that had begun to wiggle rather precariously atop her mother's lap, the source of her exuberant elation evident as a chubby arm flails towards Damon. The warmth of a smile spreads across Isolt's features as she cranes her head towards that of her lover. "I think you have an admirer," she cooes, nestling into the crook of his neck to whisper a soft, tentative kiss against the supple flesh there.

"Isolt Griffin," comes the somewhat monotone call of a much younger nurse, this one wielding a clipboard, before she turns to lead the pair back into one of a series of examination suites. "Renee," Isolt issues by way of greeting to the physician that waits for them in the soft light of the room, briefly embracing the white-coat-clad woman before turning to offer introductions. "This is my fiance, Damon. Damon, this is Dr. Sawyer." "Call me Renee, please," the other woman concedes, extending a welcoming hand towards Damon before motioning Isolt towards the reclined exam chair.

With some effort does Isolt recline herself unto the loudly-crinkling sanitary paper of the chair, lifting her blouse so that the full splendor of the soft mound of her abdomen is on display. Renee wastes little time in prepping the fire-crowned woman, the gelatin cool even against deadened flesh. "Alright, let's see what we can see," she offers optimistically before pressing the probe onto her stomach, Isolt reaching stealthily for Damon's hand.

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