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 September 03, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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Ill-mannered stallion? That was rather impolite. The sudden, shrill sound of whistle saw the pale stallions ears flicker backwards in response, one hoof pawing at the earth again in dislike for such a sound before the sudden clopping of hooves upon the earth once more saw the sudden return of the black animal. Hmm. It came to the sound of a whistle? How very domestic off it. Truly Frost finds such behaviours.....dog-like, although he supposes he cannot judge an animal to harshly for responding as it has been trained. Were's however, have always existed by a more distinct code. To be treated like a pet in any fashion was disagreeable, his form shifting sideways as the girl moves to mount the other horse now and his own form suddenly...shifts. It takes barely a moment for fur and flesh to fall away, the white stallion rather suddenly replaced with a young man now, a young naked man (how can he be expected to shift his clothes are all) arms folding smoothly over his bares chest now, a shock of snowy white hair adorning his head as those same violet eyes peer out now from beneath his rather long fringe- one hand reaching up to rest on the muzzle of her own stallion now as he looks up towards the young woman.

"Well, well, well- I suppose it's fortunate I don't really do stables then- isn't it?"

One eye lifts slightly beneath that mop of white hair, lip quirking upward as a chuckle humans within his chest, waiting for the woman to scream and run, else attempt to strike him with something once more. Then again, humans were so often restrained when it came to striking other humans, the man curious to see perhaps, if the woman might so be prone to violence now that he was without his equine guise. He moves to pull his hand away from the other stallion now, arms folding back across his chest now as he regarded the woman still.

"Well? Go one then. You were about to run away weren't you- since I'm such a bad horse."

His lip quirks once more, a slither of humour existing within his words . He really shouldn't tease the poor human girl and yet...human's were such amusing creatures and so easy to frighten. Perhaps she would remember the magical talking horse boy for the rest of her days- he hardly cared. It was a shame really, that someone so pretty had so be so...human.



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