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 22, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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He catches them, if only fleetingly, the thoughts that whisper softly within her mind- finding them far easier to seize upon, it would seem, when they are regarding himself. Yet even still they are more like light fragments, fragile and fleeting and difficult to firmly grasp though the few subtle words that intertwine with her thoughts allow yet another moment of amusement to dance across his often indifferent façade. He wonders, truly, if others share her thoughts in regards to himself- a seemingly impenetrable wall and yet h hardly finds himself surprised at her thoughts nor does he actively seek to discourage them. More so he finds himself almost relieved that the woman herself does not possess the same ability to pick apart his own thoughts for there is....much he has no desire to share. His barriers purposefully created, particularly in regards to woman. He hardly disliked the fairer sex, more so, he is cautious of them to a certain regard. Women were clever creatures when they chose to be, cunning, capable of finding ways around walls and yet more than that he has simply learned to be wary of them. There are facets of himself he sees no need to share, fragments of his own being even he has not come to terms with, as of yet and he hardly expects another to understand his upbringing, to understand what came before and perhaps what was still to come. It is easier, for now at least- and especially with a girl whom he had only just met- that he maintains that distance. There is a distinction to be made, always, between Alpha and companion and indeed this is a distinction he seeks to assure he maintains with his pack- despite the occasional slip. Scarlett however- was a woman of vastly intriguing thought, a mind he would be very near content to ponder further if only he had the skill. It is frustrating to him and yet he is a near endlessly patient creature when he chooses to be.

Scarlett's utter determination to befriend him however, is not unnoticed, a simper tracing the smoothness of his features for a fleeting moment before dissipating once more and pulling his mind back to himself. He offers her the answers to her questions in full, seeing no need to gloss over the truth, after all- what good would it do? There was nothing to be achieved through lying to her and as such he offers the truth as he knows it. She would either seek pack or she wouldn't, she would either return to himself one day or perhaps seek solitude amongst the cat pack of the West and if such was the case then so be it- she would hardly hold any value to him then. Harsh- perhaps. Yet his mind is designed as such. It would be unfortunate however, to have such a girl wasted on Tetradore and Tobias. She speaks again and he listens, what she offers is intriguing, the nuances of her transformation of intrigue to himself- if only because of the current predicament of Calliel. The girl's first transformation had only recently occurred and even he was at a loss to provide her with further information on how long the phases of the moon would command her. He was born of Were-blood, those bitten were unfamiliar to him to an extent. He sighs softly once more, words chosen with due care as always- the man hardly prone to speak for no reason at all.

"You are probably correct in that, assistance in these matters would have been undoubtedly helpful to you. As for my knowing someone who was just bitten- I do. One of my packmate's, Calliel, she has only experienced one change so far and is struggling with it to an extent. I assist her as I can but she experiences things I have no experience in. If you have no other prior engagements this weekend perhaps you might consider meeting with her? She is a little younger then you but she could use a....woman's understanding I am sure."

His lip quirks slightly once more, aware that even despite his own merits as an Alpha there were some situations in which he could not compete with another female her own age, especially not one whom had held the same experiences. Perhaps Calliel would find...solace in such a companion and he was willing to provide her with it if she so desired. Thoughts of Calliel however, drift softly from his mind as they reach the park, his interest now fixated more firmly upon Scar and her own gifts as he easily strips his clothing, tossing his shirt and jeans over the nearest tree before striding from the undergrowth in his animal skin- a towering war horse in a coat of golden white. The shock upon the younger girl's features is hardly missed, violet eyes watching her still beneath that extensive thick forelock of silky white mane that is teased about by the wind she has created. His size undoubtedly impressive in this form- surprising perhaps, from a relatively small, unassuming man. Everything about his human form perhaps indicating a lighter, smaller animal- yet there is much about Frost that is truly deceiving all the same.

Indeed.

He responds simply to her remark upon his height, standing before her now as she continues to rally the wind until it very near blasts against him with a surprising, sudden force, hardly moving his heavy form and yet sending his reams of mane and tail in all directions. She was stronger, perhaps then he had anticipated and yet it was pleasing all the same. Her assurance that she is ready sees the heavy war horse step away from her, feathered hoofs thudding against the earth as he moves into a trot now, little more than a lazy lope several strides away from the girl before pivoting to face her once more. His motion is subtle perhaps, his ears alone moving for a moment, twisting and swivelling atop his head as he adjust his position over and over until seemingly satisfied. Her ability to command the wind is...useful to him, the direction of the wind increasing his hearing ability exponentially when it is directed correctly as he has placed it now- lip quirking slightly at this discovery, the wind carrying a plethora of sounds to him now though this is merely an extra...perk perhaps as he suddenly begins to move again.

A little more cloud cover perhaps, I need it to be....colder.

He speaks the words directly to her mind as he suddenly increases his pace once more, this trot faster, higher stepping and yet smooth in it's deliverance all the same as he begins to circle about the woman in a wide arc. He is sensitive to temperature, more than perhaps any other by the very nature of his most powerful ability. He can feel the storm, the changes in the air, even the most subtle touches of it as he begins to gather his own ability now. It is the cold he summons now, the very frigid abilities he is named for, dropping his own body temperature lower and lower still- harnessing the cold from the storm Scarlett has provided to increase his own powers as his own temperature plunges well below the norm, dropping still until ice begins to form beneath each hoof, striking at the cold ground as he circles, leaving a trail of frosted, crystallised earth in his wake as ice glistens from each strike of his hoof as he lopes around her still- forming that ring of ice. He steps at last with a shake of his head once more, head lifted upward to peer at the black sky above, the wind still holding it's chill before his attention returns to Scarlett again, head nodded towards the ice that surrounds them now.

The greatest of my abilities is a manipulation of body temperature, in certain conditions I can increase my own powers exponentially. I merely wished to see whether or not my abilities could work with your own- it seems they complement mine well.

His power extends briefly once more, aimed entirely at Scar now, though gentle in their embrace, holding no desire to harm or frighten the girl, allowing fingers of ice to creep up her spine to force a sudden chill before dropping it, focusing the other side of his abilities now- harder in the cold yet coming easily all the same, tendrils of warmth sliding up her arms to glide smoothly along her skin and up to her cheeks to force a flush of sorts in a loose demonstration of his powers.

It is unfortunate to waste a good storm and an open space. How do you fancy a...race of sorts?

It is by his very nature that he finds the storm attractive, as any horse surely does, the wind teasing at each of his sense and yet it is rare for the man to indulge in such a thing, rarer still to allow another to witness it and yet his mood, it would seem, is positive today.




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