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.

ice, ice baby


Posted on April 28, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
North
photo 1638b989-d1ad-4590-8c4d-4d16fc4716cb_zps770e0cc5.jpg

The dull thud off hoof on flesh is one highly satisfying to the animal, powerful hind limbs colliding solidly with his perceived adversary to launch his victim skyward as the heavy stallion returns his feathered feet to the earth, prancing forward several strides to pivot in place, lashings of white mane falling across those rarely seen violet eyes as he turns to face his opponent now- just in time to see what is evidently not a Hunter twist rather gracefully to land neatly upon his feet several strides away in a manner relatively unscathed. Shame. For several moments the often belligerent stallion remains where he stands, merely watching the vampire, assessing him, tasting his scent before finally releasing a snort of sorts, almost a scoff, as if he refuses entirely to be impressed by mid-air acrobatics. That long, snowy tail flicks up against his side and flanks, an absentminded reaction, an animalistic one born of instinct and little else. It is unfortunate he supposes, that despite his distinct efforts to control his equine form, to limit his animalistic behaviours to the bare minimum there still exists within him a predisposed set of behaviours he is near incapable of denying. His tail lashing at his flanks, the manner by which he is reluctantly fond of having his neck scratched and his preference for cubed sugar all mannerisms he has worked to overcome and yet- the animal is difficult to ignore, instinct a powerful thing- equally powerful for vampires it would seem as the man before him worked to conceal his fangs once more. Why had a vampire been....jogging?

The words uttered by the man see the equines ears prick forward in some semblance of curiosity, remaining a short distance from the undead leech all the same, head tilted to the side in an effort to better place the man within his vision, one eye lifted slightly at the offered words. It is rare indeed for anyone, vampire or otherwise to ask 'are you alright?' such words having failed to be offered to Frost in a significant number of years, perhaps by his own fault and more...difficult temperament and yet his curiosity of the creature before him is no doubt assured. That he would not find trouble on this side of town is at least a mildly pleasing thing to be assured of and yet one hardly useful with his lack of knowledge of this particular area and his need to travel back across much of the west side all the same- a difficult thing in this form to do without notice, his lack of clothing to change into upon his return to his human form an also equally....irritating facet of his predicament. It was fortunate, he supposed, that it was merely a vampire and not a Hunter that existed before him, after all it was rare indeed for a vampire to find preference for Were blood, that mix of animal and human unappealing to most- save the occasional connoisseur and as such he holds little issue with the man across the street. Though perhaps he can be useful still.

A snort is all the equine remains content to offer by way of response, not bothering to waste words the vampire cannot understand upon him as heavy feet carry the powerful animal forward once more, careful to avoid his trailing rope as he does so lest he choke himself again, wandering easily forward and towards the vampire now, towering above the other man as he pauses before him. That long muzzle extended briefly forward, nostrils flaring in some effort to find a...particular scent upon the vampire before the stallion proceeds to suddenly shove his muzzle forward once more and into the other man's chest, seeking to shove him backwards now before pressing forward again, shoving him a second time before striding past several paces, head turned to eye him once more as he waited. That he wants the vampire to follow him is surely clear to a certain extent, a swing of the stallions head seeing him prance several strides away before pivoting again to face the other man- waiting with clear expectation now, one hoof pawing impatiently at the earth. When the vampire still shows no signs of doing as he has been told, the pale stallion simply strides back towards him a final time- muzzle extended once more almost as if he desires the vampire pet him before he proceeds to nose at the other mans chest and pockets, lips parting to rather suddenly grasp the mans wallet from him pants, wheeling suddenly away to canter up the street several strides. If he won't follow willingly- Frost will make him. That canter is slowed to a trot, wallet still held firmly in his teeth, head lifted up and high, well out of the vampires immediate reach as he waits for him to catch up, continuing to lead him up the street.

That Dareios has surely never been 'mugged' by a horse remains to be seen, Frost determined to have the other man's attention- and assistance.





Frostbite
HTML by Apollymi

Replies