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.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
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.
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.
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.
Tonight was supposed to be a peaceful night with frivolity. Yet dressing up creatures' half-human and allowing them to done on masks wasn't enough to keep their animalistic side locked. Though not everything could truly go to plan. As of right now tension could be felt in the air and it was every natural animal's instinct to survive that allowed them to respond to whatever sort of tension was going in the pact and enclosed space. The curly-haired woman was unable, ever, to keep the lupine side of herself locked up for the night. Already she was greatly agitated being among a throng of others, but she had managed to keep it held back for a short while. Yet the close distance between her charge and the blonde hunter, along with the vulgar comment from the lesser Were was enough to help slowly crack away whatever hold she had over herself. Standing there in front of Serafina, beside the Fox and Leopard, stormy colored eyes looked for any signs of further injuries the witch had sustained. The scent of the small droplets of her blood being spilt from whatever accident was enough to cause her to be on high alert. Glaring at the warlock and Hunter not caring which one was responsible thinking well that both deserved to have their flesh torn by her teeth. Pink lips pulled back when she noticed the nonchalant shrug and frosty glare coming from the blonde hunter, and she had it half in mind to tear out those eyes. It was unlike her think such disturbing thoughts and his vision of sight was lucky because when she made a step towards him she felt the sharp tug at her arm coming from Tobi. Her head would tilt to the side in a curious manner as she listened to him beckon Alexis to take her other arm and pull her away. For a moment she would shake her head wanting to head back towards the Hunter before that familiar buzzing feeling began to arise in the back of her skull. Eyes widen at the sudden realization for the reason behind her lack of judgment and ever so increasing need to harm others. Raven had no idea how Tobi knew, but she moved towards him willing to leave everyone behind, even her superficially injured witch. But before she could fully turn around and follow Tobias she felt a stronger grip on her that seemed to pull her away from her leopard friend. With her lithe frame violently shoved away her eyes would shift and narrow as she glared at the Were that she had only moments ago slapped and stole Alexis away from his side.
Her feet would begin kicking as she struggled to feel that familiar feeling of her feet touching the ground. Hands would instantly grab hold of the male's arms as she tried to pull them off her. With his grip only tightening around her throat she managed the choke out a low growl as she showed off her innocent looking human teeth. Her head would turn as she looked around for a moment simply caught off guard by the low rumbling growl coming from somewhere else, blue-grey eyes locked on the familiar emerald gaze, and for a moment she let out a soft whimper. As her form slammed into the wall she still struggled letting out a soft wince when the back of her head met the wall. With more force being felt around her throat her attention was turned back to the violet eyes of the Horse and she simply choked out her own growl, not carrying for the moment that she needed oxygen. Still trying to tear his grip off her throat she moved her head forward her teeth snapped at his forelock that was dangling in his face, with a violent pull she tugged, hoping this motion was enough to make him loosen his grip. His cold threat did nothing more but encourage the other half of her that didn't necessary want to bow down to an animal that did not know its place. As soon as his hand let go of her throat she fell to the ground coughing as she gasped for air to return to her lungs. Feeling the familiar scratchy tongue come across her cheek she watched as the Leopard roared and leapt after the Horse. Standing back up she felt the familiar pain in her arm as she watched flesh start to be replaced by fur. Feeling her dress snag she fell back into the wall, due to the bold Azrael shot at her, which promptly caused the girl to fall back into that feral state.
With a low snarl the typical docile young woman succumbed to a side of her she didn't want to show. With the fabric of her dress tearing she managed to continue her transformation as she got out from the fall. Jaws snapping left and right as her form only continued to get larger. Thick and heavy black and grey tail slammed into the wooden chairs and tables, knocking glasses of champagne and Grog, not having a care in the world as things began to topple and break. Blue-grey eyes watched the blonde twirl and spin around the floor with her charge in his grasp, one of the few things that caused the lupine to realize there was something completely wrong with that image. Massive paws carried her form easily through the crowd as shrieks and yells could be heard as other patrons fled. Angry and confused she viciously snapped her jaws left and right without a care to who or what was being injured. It was only when she heard the shatter of the chandler fall did it manage to help the she-wolf come back to reality. Standing there in the chaos she shook her skull seeing the leopard underneath the heavy object, her eyes shifting as she caught the scent of blood being spilt again, this time turning in the direction of the injured panther and tiger. With jaws parted the lupine stalked towards the hunter using one of her powers to cause the fallen chandler to rise once again. Shadows seems to travel around the witch, engulfing her entirely, as the lupine threw the wooden chandler in the direction of the Hunter. Whether he got injured or not didn't necessary matter only if he got the message. Moving through the broken glass and debris she moved towards the fallen leopard lifting him up, like a mother would do to a pup, and carried him towards the emerald eyed-man. Laying the leopard down at his feet she would give Tetradore are sadden look as her ears folded against her skull in an apologetic manner. As her ebony muzzle moved into his injured shoulder her pink tongue would roll out and slowly she would lick the wound as gently as she could, all the while, taking away part of the pain. Gently her voice would find its way into his head as her head lowered to his level attempting to make her massive form a bit smaller.
"I didn't mean to..."
Exactly what she was sorry for was kind of hard to say. True she hadn't meant to make Tobi get all upset and chase a horse, but Frost deserved the slap she had previously given him. As for the Hunter, well, he deserved to have the chandler thrown at him for many reasons such as: touching Serafina, shooting a bolt at her and Tetradore, making the chandler fall on Tobias, touching Serfafina again...really the boy had it coming. She didn't really think Tetradore or Regan would get hurt through all this and she hadn't meant to lose some sort of control, or ruin the party Isolt had invited them all to. Tonight just wasn't her night. Her muzzle would dip down and nudge the leopard for a moment before her pink tongue ran against the side of his face before she craned her neck over Tetradore and nudged her cold snout into Regan's side. It was the flicker of red that caught her attention when she noticed Serafina coming over and with a huff her tail slammed into the wooden floor as she seemed to sit closer towards the group of Weres, eyes still narrowed on the witch as she gruffly spoke to the witch alone.
"You should have slapped him...not danced with him."
I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All
Raven