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

I drank liquor and ate a lighter and woke up breathing fire


Posted on October 22, 2014 by Emerence Hux
North
It is silent. Her heels click along the stone surface beneath her, announcing her arrival better than her voice ever could. She has a beautiful bounce to her stride, and effortless glide to her movement. Emerence is busying herself in her own thoughts.

She cloaks herself in a fitted trench coat. Her tighter black skinnys cling to her skin, and are greeted at her ankles by navy blue booties. Her hair is pulled back and teased into a styled pony tail. For some reason, the little hunter felt like dressing to impress this evening.

The sun is slowly setting, thankfully as she hates the heat anyways, and hardly reaches beyond the tall buildings now. Beautiful buildings surround the little hunter, tall, clean, and trimmed. She takes note of the tall thick trees that seems to have grown here awhile. Her stride slows as she walks past an oddly decorated shop. Analyzing the odd vases and glowing bottles coming from within. She doesn't spend much time lingering outside the odd shop, no she is far too busy finding out where she is.

Emerence ignores the temptation to look in the mirror. She knows what she will see. Cherry red lipstick, defined arched eyebrows, contoured cheek bones, thick mascara. She doesn't spend much time looking at herself after her morning ritual of getting ready. The temptation is there, but the energy is not. She doesn't have patience to constantly keep up with her skin. Nor does she have the care to give a shit what people think. Emerence does this solely for herself, not for the impression of others. Most likely, she will kill them later anyways.

The belt around her trench coat loosens and her white tipped finger nails find themselves cinching herself back in. Her bottom lip hangs a little bigger than her top, giving her more of a pout as she adjusts herself. Sometimes being a woman is hard, especially now.

She continues forward until she lands herself in front of a door. Bright warming lights beckon her in, while a noisy sound rings from its windows. Her eyebrows raise in curiosity, momentarily lingering her hand on the door before finally letting herself in.

The entrance is clean, and polished. Her hazel eyes glance at the crystal glasses hanging above a golden bar. She cannot help but sit herself in a burgundy stool, practically drooling at the beautiful sights of liquor. It had been forever since she had a fine glass of wine. Even longer since she had treated herself to a cocktail. She lifts her hand patiently, never been over-looked before and didn't plan on having it happen again, and awaits her special treat.



Emerence Hux

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