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 January 07, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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Perhaps it is the instincts of the animal that react so readily to the disturbance within the bar- those highly attuned instincts of any prey species designed to locate and assess any predator given to come his way and yet the white-haired young man offers no more than a momentary head turn by way of response to this flare upon his metaphorical radar. She is hardly the only vampire within the bar tonight and indeed as far as vampires go the man remains entirely unconcerned. It is the rare creature indeed that choose to feed upon a Were. It happens, of course, the more....kinky of the leech race seeming to enjoy supplementing their diet with the mutation of animal and human blood only a Were can provide and yet even within the realm of the Were race, Frost has come to discover he is wholly....unappetizing. He can only presume it is the sheer lack of iron in his blood, his nearly wholly vegetarian diet resulting in what is apparently a rather unappealing taste to the vampire race, lacking the flavour that comes from prey whom themselves consume meat- at least, this is primarily what he has been told by the one and only vampire whom had ever managed to sink teeth in his neck. Indeed, the only redeeming features of his blood is perhaps the sheer amount he is capable of giving within his animal form, a geyser as opposed to the snack most other creatures provide. After all- a horse is a significantly larger animal than most. Either way his mostly presumed immunity to the vast majority of the vampire race, his flavour appearing to appeal to the truly rare among them, results in little more than indifference- that natural drive of his prey based species forced into silence as the man notices perhaps the only remarkable feature about the vampire woman.

Her hair.

It is rare indeed to see another blessed with locks similar to his own snowy-hued mane that forever falls into his gaze, obscuring the violet of his eyes from view from all whom sought to discover them. This momentary interest however, is just that, momentary, one eye lifting briefly beneath that thickened forelock of hair before his attention returns to the window and the occasional passer-by or flicker of headlights. He never did see any true appeal in car's, save for perhaps having spared his race a lifetime of servitude as beasts of burden. Hmm, maybe that alone made them worthwhile, the young man's thoughts briefly drifting back to his newfound Hunter companion- before those every present instincts warned of the approach of another, head turned once more to view the blonde vampire woman standing beside his table now, her lyrics holding the same chill his own normally possess as she seems to command repossession of his seat.

For a moment the equine merely eyes the woman, making no move to hide his inspection, gaze remaining obscured beneath his hair as those strange violet eyes rove across her form. She wasn't wholly unattractive- he supposed, for a vampire, the last time he had enjoyed one having been....near eight months ago and yet he never had enjoyed their desire to...bite and fuck at the same time. His arms move easily to fold back across his chest, long limbs crossing over one another as they rest upon one of the other spare chair at the table, the male reclining in the very picture of laconic ease and yet it is surely evidently clear he has no desire to move- nor be moved. When it seems his words finally come they are equally as cool, that smooth baritone parting his lips with the same frosted chill that so seems to ice so many of his words.

"Perhaps it was your seat in a past life, stúlka, yet right now it would appear it is mine. Perhaps you forfeited your right to it along with your need to breathe the oxygen you are wasting."

That single word of his native tongue renders his accent perhaps all the more clear as he regards her briefly, one eye lifting once more in some unspoken and yet direct challenge to the woman. He is used to having as he desires, used to forcing any challenges to the ground beneath him, his own human-based stubbornness perhaps complimented wholly by the very nature of the fact he is a stallion. Bull-headed, arrogant- and dangerously territorial as nature intended. An Alpha without a pack is still an Alpha and he hardly desires to take orders from some slip of a vampire whom seeks to challenge his authority. Of all the men within this bar she has perhaps picked the only one willing to fight her over a chair.

"You may take the other chair if it is so important to you- or we can go outside and see if there is bite to your bark."

His shoulders merely roll in a shrug as he looks away once more, as if dismissing her from his presence entirely- only after allowing her to take a seat if she so chose, else he was entirely content enough to meet her outside- female or not he is hardly above putting her in her place as he had done to the wolf whom had dared to attempt to lay a hand upon him before- having thrown the last women to agitate him into a wall with a hand around her throat. Why should this one be any different?





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