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.

AS THEY TEAR YOUR HOPE APART


Posted on October 23, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
North
"WHAT IS IT LIKE?" HE WHISPERED
"IT'S LIKE DROWNING. EXCEPT YOU CAN SEE EVERYONE AROUND YOU BREATHING." I REPLIED

Regan can sense the 'other' inside the woman who made her way over to the bar. Her violet gaze lingering upon the pair of Hunters with palpable distaste. She didn't like them in her proximity and well, let us be honest, she doesn't like them breathing. As the Hunter woman attempts to warn her or offer her advise in regards to her knife, Regan rolls her eyes. She knows her knife is perfect. They are sharp. Dangerously so. Perfectly balanced. The blades are black, so when used at night they do not glint and give her away. She snatches the blade off the bar-top, twirling the knife expertly around and between her dexterous fingers. Regan can sense the woman's body language shift. A physical cue, one that Regan responds to better than any spoken threat. She lifts a brow, a dangerous smile quirking the corners of her lips. Her ability heightens and her eyes seem to glow for a moment. Challenge accepted.

She is just about to take a step forward, her aura threatening, when Tetra's fingers brush against her own. So shocked is she, by the warmth of his fingers, that she entirely forgets about the pair of Hunters. Her skin prickles as it always does with his nearness. She still wasn't quite sure why that was. The brush of his power and authority settles against her and she lifts her violet gaze to his questioningly. Had anyone else so freely grabbed onto her and then proceeded to lead her off somewhere, they'd likely be holding their hand with her knife embedded in it. So why wasn't he? Why had she simply let him lead her away without a backward glance? Regan wants to clutch her head in frustration. She is entirely discombobulated when it comes to the emerald eyed panther. The girl has an inclination as to why she tolerates this man seemingly better than anyone she'd met in a long, long time. He had something about him, a darkness, that spoke all too clearly to her. Either way, here she was, standing before him in the middle of the dance floor. Uh oh.

Her violet gaze travels past Tetra and wanders over the couples already dancing. His question though, has her eyes snapping back to focus on his face. Dance with him? Her head tilts; considering his offer. Could she handle it? Could she handle the proximity of his body and all the others swirling around her? Would she be able to tolerate someone moving behind her and not look over her shoulder for reassurance? Her gaze drops to the floor and for the first time, Regan is ashamed. This is what she had been reduced to. A flicker of a memory moves behind her eyes of a little girl twirling and dancing with her head lifted to the sun and a smile etched into her face just as radiant. She lifts her head and her violet eyes find his. She takes a step towards him and then another. Regan lifts her hand -- hesitating for a moment -- before grasping his own gently. Her fingers and palm are callused from years of training. She can feel the press of similar calluses on his own hands and for whatever reason, this makes her feel more at ease. She offers him a soft smile, slightly unsure but determined. It is not an expression he or anyone else for that matter has ever seen. Congratulations Tetra. You've managed to get Regan totally, utterly and completely out of her element. I hope you know what your doing. She sure as hell doesn't.

Her grip tightens on his hand for a moment. With a breath she centers herself. Her eyes drift shut and her aura magnifies. The sensation is tangible, especially for Tetra who is in physical contact with her. Everything within her comes to life and when she opens her eyes to look at him, they glow inhumanly for a moment before fading back to a more 'normal' hue. Regan is more at ease within her own skin now. The tiger had risen more to the surface and even in her stillness there is a languid allure entirely feline. She shivers, gooseflesh rising on her golden skin. She nods towards to the dance floor and everything about her seems to say lets do this. Well, she never did do anything half hearted. Why start now?
WERE-TIGER -- FEMALE -- CHI MANIPULATION -- MUTE -- PLAYED BY MEGS.

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