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.
Embarrassed. This was the overwhelming feeling the lupine was feeling after the Dark Hunter managed to protect her counterpart and herself from the dangerous of whatever hellish invisible creature that decided to throw a tantrum with furniture. Really whatever it was needed to seriously calm the hell down, because as far as she could tell, no seemed to have done anything wrong. It all started with the gloves. Why Serafina needed those garments, she did not know, but she remembered specifically telling the witch to leave those gloves alone. Call it a sixth sense from her wolfie self or the fact she had superb intelligence, but clearly Serafina should have listened to her.
After all if she was to be a proper familiar she should be followed...at least...that was what it said according to the books. Clearly she needed to remind her raven-haired companion that she should pick up a book or two, or at least, trust her and what she says. After all â€" she was looking out for her. Why Azrael couldn't allow her to do her job she didn't know, but now she was in his debt and she was not pleased about it...not one bit. Yet before she could even worry about just what she had to do in order to repay her debt she focused on the matter at hand â€" how could she protect her own from an invisible force?
It was absolutely infuriating to be unable to actually know who this attacker was and exactly what could be done. She didn't mean to be a bit selfish and closed minded, but tonight her entire concern was focused on the witch she was bound to and her scarlet haired friend. Her eyes peered over at Isolt with concern as she stood there, clutching to the gloves in distraught, almost hiding behind her dark-haired companion. With Azrael running off a rough snort was given as she stuck close to her mistress, her head lifting up when she felt the gentle touch of soft fingertips running through her thick obsidian fur. While Serafina brought out the mirror her handsomely chiseled skull tilted in curiously as she softly inquired more details about this...plan.
"How is that going to help you catch it? Are we sure it can even be caught?"
I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All
Raven