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.

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Posted on December 28, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It is not so much the alcohol, nor even the allure of over-salted bar snacks that so seems to draw the Were from the darkness of the outskirts and wilds of the city tonight. More so it is the patrons themselves, an urge to seek out more of his own kind that bring the unusual snowy haired creature from the parks and open spaces he has lingered within previously. After all, his single and only advance into a building so far had been the night of the party, one outspoken member of his own species having been forced to suffer his disciplinary methods for daring to raise a hand against him, the chaos that had ensued resulting in the lithe young mans silent exit- leaving the plethora of pathetic predators to fight amongst themselves as those designed to consume the flesh of others so often do. Slaves to their stomachs and little else, the boy long having tired of their bickering, resigning himself to the fact that the majority of his own kind- those of the predatory sense that seemed to litter this city like common trash, were hardly to his liking save for the few diamonds amongst the rough he had managed to discover, Nadya and Crow amongst them. For the most part he merely sought others of his own persuasion and yet, less and less he was simply beginning to discover that of the few Were's within this city.....even fewer existed upon the other end of the food chain.

The bouncer whom existed outside the bar that had become his target had proven to be little more then a momentary speed bump, the young mans powers further advanced outdoors and within such weather, no challenge to his age capable of escaping the bouncers lips before he had been suddenly overcome with chest pains so intense he had been left gasping and reeling upon the snow, the white-haired young man utterly forgotten beneath his own sudden health concerns as Frost merely passed unchallenged into the warmth of the bar. There were few of his own species here, the senses of any Were in possession of even a drop of Alpha blood allowing such a deduction to be made and yet this hardly means there are none worth his time, those strange violet eyes given to easily drift from one patron to the other beneath that forelock of white hair that seemed to forever hang within his gaze- the young man moving easily to step around more than one witch or warlock or vampire to find his own seat beside the overly large windows. He finds displeasure amongst crowds, a single part of his animalistic nature that seemed incapable of being overruled, that beast within himself recoiling from cramped positions, the window seat chosen specifically for its ability to at least afford the illusion of space and allow the man to force down any hint of discomfort to be hidden beneath his often expressionless façade, booted feet lifted to rest nonchalantly atop the window sill.

He hardly expects anyone to be of amusement to him, his own species having proven disappointing thus far, those of other species seeming unwilling to approach him- for the most part, save for the curious Hunter whom had seemed more besotted with him then determined to hunt him and yet perhaps Frost had found himself equally amused with Alexander- though for now chose to ignore the thoughts of Hunters and their desire to tame the world around them, the man reaching for a glass of whatever it was the waitress walking by had been carrying, frosted icicles readily appearing upon the glass beneath the sheer cold of his touch, the one that so afforded his moniker, before bringing it easily to his lips. Hmm- whisky was passable enough he supposed, the glass returned to the table, his own attention diverted from the window and towards the other patrons, searching for even a single one of value or amusement amongst them to entertain the young man tonight.



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