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.

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


Posted on October 23, 2014 by Emerence Hux
North
It so appears the commoner is late for the ball.

It isn't that she wants to be late, its that this damn hotel has far too many distractions while she applies her makeup. TV programs, flipping music, ordering appetizers through room service, it is like He wants her to be late. Her eyes gaze down, resting her palms on the porcelain top, as she searches visually for her eye shadow brushes. It isn't easy to be a girl, to have to spend countless hours dressing, but she feels as though everyone will be at their best. Will be "showcasing" their colours, and meeting strangers and she wants to be able to impress like the rest.

Her blonde hair is teased into a loose, low, messy bun. a middle part swooping back loosely on either side of her face. Her eyes are popping hazel with a golden smokey eye, and her cheek bones bronzed with contour. Her lips are nude, faded out with a light pink sugar hint. A thick line of mascara thickens the look of her lashes, her bottom lashes separated and blackened. All in all her face seems to be ready, if only she wasn't OCD on finishing every touch. She won't quit applying until she physically moves herself out of the mirrored area, because every girl knows there is always something to add. You always find a flaw.

Finally, she forces herself to exit.

In the closet hangs a dress she saved for special occasions. Her french tipped nails trace the zipper of the case protecting every gold shimmering sequin. Her head tilts as she spins it lightly on the hanger, making sure there is nothing to damper its beauty. As she slips it on, she ensures it stays snug to her skin. Since she had left home she had put on a couple pounds from eating whatever she found, on the road.. You get limited to unhealthy alternatives. If anything it filled her out more, gave her something more than a collarbone and spine. Though she isn't used to seeing herself curvy. Seeing herself healthy. And in the end, she will always see herself as needing tune ups.

Walking down through the lobby is suffocating. She feels the looks of others, those less dressed and more ready for bed. Clearly she had missed the crowd that had arrived at the party on time. If only she were so lucky.

Walking down the streets in the flickering light of lamps, her body tenses. All sorts of beings lurk tonight, out in the open, without a fear. She knows that tension will rise in the presence of strangers who are enemies at best. And she knows that being calm in a room filled with monsters won't be her strongest suit. However, the girl is new, she is fresh to the city, and she needs someone to keep her company. Someone.

Her slowing stops as she reaches the witchery, where a doorman with a list awaits her voice. Although she knows that it is an open concept event, it is only fair they keep tally of who enters their doors. "Emerence Hux, may I?" She gestures to opening the doors. The doorman only nods before turning his attention to some hollers down the street.

The witchery is glowing with bright colours and pops of light. Music blares and the amount of people is intoxicating but Em still lingers at the doorway; she doesn't run. The floor is crowded with happy, laughter. The bar is filled up to the rim with those heavy for drinks and desperate for more. Em shrugs and rolls her eyes. Hell, she didn't have much luck getting a drink last time she was in here. Certainly this time, it would be no different.

Emerence finds herself lingering in the corner of the building, leaning on a round top table with two coasters, empty. It isn't as though she doesn't want to socialize, it is just... She wishes to wait for a sense of balance first. The amount of people overwhelms her. She feels threatened by the constant movement and vocals.

Her eyes fall to her left where a man is stationed in front of a glass desk. She can just see hints of glitter and matt feathers. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but she cannot help herself. She has to go see.

It is a desk of masks, beautifully crafted and made for this special occasion. Em raises her hand to silence the salesman who begins to poor into a pitch. Emerence doesn't need to be sold, she already has her clutch out and her card in between her middle finger, and pointer.

The one she picks is elegant. With gold trimming and sparkled gems along the side. A beautiful feather leaches out from the side. It was practically made for her. Carefully, she slides it onto her face, securing the string around her hair, tucking some strands of her hair to hide the placement. And then, Em returns to the safety of her corner, a little more calm with some privacy to her name.

Her dress

Her mask





Emerence Hux

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