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 August 28, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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It is the very sound of the horse's hooves that draw him away from the park lands and towards the street, that rhythmic clip-clop seeing his own ears prick forward atop his skull, long white forelock tumbling down and across his features as the snowy-hued stallion trotted easily towards the sound of another. It was rare to find another horse amongst the city streets, those few whom appeared so often beneath the command of a hunter else proving to have been little more than a true horse from the stables within the park. Real horses, after all, were of little interest to the Were aside from whatever shared comradery he felt with the animal he so often embodied. He can scent the other animal now, his own heavy, feathered feet falling silent beside the road, his form as pale as the other stallion was dark and yet it takes him barely a moment to perceive that this is not a Werehorse, as himself, this is a stallion made entirely of animal, possessing none of the human intelligence that existed within his own body and for a moment the man half considers leaving- seeing nothing of true interest in this other stallion, the silly creature would no doubt attempt to fight him as stallions often did in the presence of one another.

It is the sight of the young woman however, a girl close to his own age when he chose to wear his human skin, that so sees the heavy stallion pause- gaze watching her ride from beneath that thickened white forelock with no small measure of curiosity. She was a pretty thing indeed, curiosity seeming to surround him in this moment. The evening was already late, the rest of his pack slept and as such the Alpha saw little need to return to his home just yet- there was no hurry and perhaps this woman would be of amusement yet. Perhaps he could play 'horsey' for a little while, if only to amuse himself. Perhaps she would be like the other humans he had met within such a form- well-meaning little creatures they were, attempting to catch him, take him back to the stables in the South- for surely he had escaped, Frost finding no end of amusement in such things. His own neck arches over slightly, tail lifted upward as his head swings, sending that long mane askew as he prances suddenly forward. Perhaps he maintains a human side to himself and yet he is part animal all the same- entirely capable of acting like the stallion he is as he prances out onto the road and into her path, a whickering sound rumbling within his throat as he pauses, ears pricked forward now- portraying every inch the lost horse. He is taller than her own animal, a little heavier perhaps, gaze hidden beneath that gloriously long forelock as he waits with evident curiosity.

Humans never could perceive a Were when they saw one, nothing truly capable of giving the man away for what he truly was, Frost evidently content to merely play with the girl tonight, curious to test her a little perhaps, one feathered hoof proceeding to paw at the ground. Curious really- to how the girl might react to an apparently loose, pale coated stallion in her path, his own gaze resting briefly upon her mount- pinning his ears back at the other stallion in a threat- simply to upset it. Why not? It was fun to tease a little.




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