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.

some say the world will end in fire (Scarlett)


Posted on August 17, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It had been the first time- in rather a long time, that a woman had seen fit to kiss him and run mere moments later. For several moments Frost had simply been inclined to let her go- watching her panther form dive into the darkness, leaving him alone amongst the heated water of the spa as his fingers plucked what remained of her outfit from the water with a vague sense of amusement. Unusual girl that one and yet- the taste of her lips had been quite satisfactory all the same. He would simply have to find her again. For now however he was faced with a far more pressing problem, one that robbed the man of any true sense of pleasure from his encounter with Nadya. The images he had seen simply would not shake from his mind, images and voices- almost akin to thoughts or memories perhaps, fractured snapshots of thoughts not his own that had seemed to very near explode within his mind the moment he had brought his lips to her own and yet even as she had pulled from him, gasping in the wake of his own unique touch the shouts within his mind had failed to fade, becoming frantic, hissing whispers. It had been hours now since there shared moment and yet he had found no true reprieve- even as dawn threatened to break. The voices within his mind had dulled as he had moved away from the apartment complex and yet the moment he had found the street once more that had come back in a roar- worse then they had ever been. No longer where they murmurs or muted suggestions, fading whispers like the barest of a conversation to which he seemed to often catch the end off. They were clearer now, louder and...changing. Male, female....child.

"Shut up."

It is little more than a hiss, the snowy haired Alpha forcing his fisted hands deeper in the pockets of his hooded jacket, teeth gritted in a furiously desperate attempt to shut them out. Yet even his shields were failing now, unable to silence the cacophony within his mind. He had thought little of them at first, believed it to be the trick of some passing witch, else some other little fool attempting to toy with him and yet they had only persisted. He had been busy of late, distracted and perhaps in that fashion they had become quieter as his mind offered them no heed- yet now....now they were a veritable roar.

"Will you fucking shut-up!"

It is very near a shout now, the young man hardly caring who might be given to witness his apparent descent into madness. It was early still, most of the city still asleep and oblivious to the man shouting in the street, one hand reaching up to run fingers through that shock of white hair, letting it fall back into place as always it did, concealing the violet of his gaze from view once more as frustration marks each line of his form. He rarely allows himself any true emotion, rarely offers anything save indifference to the world around him- each facet of his being carefully controlled and yet in the seemingly empty break of dawn he finds himself unwilling, else unable, to master any control over the hissing voices in his mind. One foot is aimed at the nearest lamp post, kicking at it simply because he can, a physical release of the frustration that claws at his mind- his boot against the steel echoing about the empty street before he simply finds himself leaning back against it. Standing within that single shaft of light, head laying back against the cold steel, eyes concealed from view beneath that thickened forelock of hair as he leans. Claire would have to wait, pack would have to wait, even Nadya would have to wait until his mind managed to overcome whatever hell had befallen it as he tries one final time to simply will the voices into silence once more.

He would need to find Nadya again, in time, if this was somehow her fault he would see to it he made his opinion clear. It would be a shame, truly, to discipline a girl so pretty and yet if this was her work he found he held little sympathy for her, even despite the lingering memory of her kiss. Then again, perhaps, he does not truly believe those actions to be her own- he merely seeks someone to blame. Although.....why in those moments those voices had whispered of his hair and how they relished the touch of it he hardly knows. Another soft exhale is released into the semi darkness as he attempts to gather himself once more, relishing those few moments of being alone. Solitude a gift so rarely afforded of late.

Frostbite
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