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

still just a rat in a cage


Posted on April 27, 2020 by Marcelo Rumeir
North


Thief.

Scoundrel.

Robber.

Good for nothing.

These are all things Marcelo has been called, but bandit, well he has to admit, bandit is a new one. Surprising, considering how long Marcelo has been stealing and thieving that it would take so long to earn that title. Marcelo has been thieving ever since that first trip to the market and that apple he had stolen. It had tasted as sweet as it was forbidden in his mouth. It was much like the apple the serpent had convinced Eve to eat in the garden of Eden, though Marcelo had hardly needed any convincing to steal it. It was in his nature, because since then the jackal had always stolen. Perhaps, it was some wild twist of fate that he would become the were so known for such a similar trademark.

Life so easily becomes lost in the daily humdrum of activity. Even he is no exception. But it can be boring, incredibly so, especially when you have forever. Marcelo could lose focus, so easy to fall into the pit of endless days and nights that await those who have lost their purpose. He has done this, from time to time. It was easy with almost of what had once been him was left in the world. Easy to fall quietly into obscurity. But, no longer of course. Marcelo had found reason to have that pep in his step, to fight and to feel. Iliana. That fae girl with eyes of silver and hair made from moonlight. The little gem stone stealing thief was a new stolen treasure for the jackal and one he intended to keep to himself and away from the dirty vampires. It was easier now, that she lived under the same roof as him and as Frost and the rest of the pack. There were plenty of eyes to keep on her and to keep her safe. There were benefits to belonging to a pack Marcelo was beginning to remember.

A hand is ran through those brandished gold locks as he walks around the north side of town. Iliana was actually the reason that he was here in the fist place. He had passed by on one of their strolls (the pair often walked, Iliana enjoyed seeing the wildlife in the city and the surrounding areas) a pair of earrings made from black pearls that would no doubt remind the fae of her precious Mr. Crow. Marcelo intended on getting hew those earrings.

Marcelo decides to stop inside the Voo Doo room quickly (that place had been providing easy cash for the pack as of late.) It is afternoon, so he doesn't expect to find a lot of money, especially the way people used credit cards now a days, but he expects to find some. What he does not expect is to open the door and nearly collide with someone.

Eyes flash a golden amber in surprise before quickly returning to that deep brown that just makes him seem so adorably puppy luck in appearance. She mumbles out an apology with a surprise. "I'm not that ugly am I?" He asks in mock surprise. "Is it the shirt?" He asks, looking down first at his shirt that featured a giant cat clinging to a rocket ship as it took off into outer space. "My roommate picked it out for me," he says with mock disappointment. he doesn't mention how strange it feels to refer to Iliana as his roommate when he considered her to be something else entirely. Quickly that look of mock solemnity is replaced with that charming smile he so often uses. He raises an eyebrow towards her. "Forward aren't we?" He asks. "I suppose I can answer a few," he says pulling his phone from his pocket to look at the time. Iliana had planned for them to go bird watching this afternoon and frankly, the fae girl is the only one who managed to get Marcelo to be on time for anything. But, he did love being the center of attention. "Are you buying?" He asks, those dark eyes looking at her curiosity. Why did she want to ask him questions? "Sometimes," he says with a shrug, so frustratingly vague. He holds open the door for her and motions his hand forward. "Should we continue this inside?"

(if you want a peek at the coolest shirt ever ;)



M A R C E L O
{ it is far better to live like a lion for a day than live like a jackal for a hundred years }

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