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.

the light behind your eyes


Posted on December 11, 2014 by Alekai Evero
North
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It is a truly rare day for the blonde individual, the man without his ever-present black jeans and sleeveless hoody, the vast majority of his weapons also absent. That tall, athletically muscled form was instead swathed in far more common blue jeans and a loose fitting white woollen hoody that concealed his only weapon for the day, the saxe knife that hung loosely from his belt and that the man truly doubted he would have to draw today. It is an official annual leave day for Council member, one in which they had very near forced him to take and yet it had so far proven not to be wholly unenjoyable. His ability to remain idle however, was near non-existent, the man resigned to the fact that if he couldn't hunt he might as well walk, the blonde having made several trips around the city at a far more human-pace then was probably needed. In fact, he was very near purposely wandering, rather enjoying the take-away coffee he held in his left hand and the cinnamon donut that occupied the other. Donuts were a rare treat for the man, the two he had enjoyed today almost entirely out of the question and yet it was clear that today was something of a day for rebellion against his usual standards. The rest of the city however, seemed entirely oblivious to his day off, the vast majority of its supernatural patrons hurriedly and determinedly crossing to the other side of the street, his reputation, even now, evidently proceeding him, the barest hint of a smirk- a lopsided and boyish look, seeming to mark his features at the momentary amusement he seemed to take in this idea before rounding the corner to head past that ridiculous hotel and back towards his own apartment.

The rush of supernatural energy that very near collides with him however sees the often apathetic hunter brought to a halt, a mixture of Witch, Vampire and Were sending the static along his skin into a veritable overdrive as those amber golden eyes fall upon the gathering outside the hotel in question. A small frown manages to find it's way upon his features, a dismissive snort of sorts released in some effort to convince himself he is hardly interested in what such a gathering of creatures is doing, much less holding any desire to see which one of them he could pin with a knife from this distance his apparent efforts to control his energy very nearly resulting in an entirely crushed foam cup of coffee- the sudden burning sensation upon his hand seeming to jolt the man from this violent line of thought, a muttered curse springing to his lips. Stupid fucking creatures. It was almost as if they had a separate set of senses that were based solely upon placing themselves almost exactly where he wanted to walk on the single day in which he was supposed to avoid them. How mad would the council be, truly, if he did a little work on his day off? Such a thought has only truly managed to formulate within his mind when the sight of a well-known wolf seems to derail it, golden eyes travelling rapidly from the creature to the raven-haired witch that stood beside it.

If the rest of the supernatural world possessed an ability to be permanently within his way- this is particularly witch seemed to possess not only a talent for appearing everywhere she shouldn't but also a seemingly uncanny ability to make him hesitate- each and every single fucking time. The first time, within the forest he had convinced himself it was little more then shock at seeing someone whom so reflected his previous lover, the second time within the park he had blamed his sudden inability to move at the sight of her on some ridiculous side-effect of her doll-toy, at the party he had blamed the fact that every perfect swell and curve of her frame had been so perfectly highlighted by her dress that he had very near forgotten what she was. This time however- he simply cannot find an excuse, cannot find a reason as to why he simply....stands. It was simply as if each and every time he laid eyes upon her he....forgot and remembered all at once, a veritable lifetime of emotions frantically beginning to stir within him, emotions he had long since given up for dead and cast aside upon Evenlyn's death. He loathed them, loathed being forced to feel them all over again almost as entirely as much as he hated himself for finding them drawn out....by a witch. He cannot be her friend, he cannot be her anything and yet he remains entirely content to blame Serafina for the fact she is.....begrudgingly....pretty.

Long, easy strides carry the seemingly permanently frowning young man towards the gathered group, amber eyes briefly resting upon the wolf whose heightened sense of smell was disagreeable at best, the man half inclined to wonder just how much aftershave would be needed to counteract the wolfs ridiculous ability to make stupidly incorrect judgement before letting those amber eyes rest upon the others gathered, the man rapidly assessing the position of each, unable to prevent himself from doing such a thing, eyeing each with wariness and suspicion all the same, forcing his hand to remain at his side despite it's determination to reach for his weapon, coming to a halt a few paces to the side of the witch and her companions. His half-eaten donut is easily switched to his free hand, the sweetly smelling cinnamon food rather sneakily hung from the nose of the wolf bitch he finds considerable dislike in- the man rather determined to backfire her olfactory senses, arms loosely folding back across his chest, aware indeed the alluring witch may still be....sore with him over his attempts at the party to shoot a number of her companions and yet it would seem it is a chance he is willing to take, deep baritone voice cutting the air behind her.

"Is there a meeting of the supernatural union I seem to have missed?"



Alekai Azrael Evero
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