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.

TRUST MY RAGE


Posted on November 02, 2015 by DRAGO COSTA
North
trust my rage
It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. You will always kneel.



It took years of practice to become a Dark Hunter and even more focus to become one that did well. A profession that was, frankly, not for the light of heart. No worries there, Drago's heart had not been light since childhood. He had been raised to be precise, to pay close attention. That attention focuses solely upon Chizue, noting the way her eyes seem tight at the edges, a sign of tension and exhaustion. That porcelain skin was lovely but he would bet his bottom dollar she was a vampire - most Were's preferred the outside. Something to do with their animal nature, he assumed, and always kept a bit of sun on them. While he couldn't rule out that she was a with, he was pretty damn certain of his choice, and one must never ignore the notion of gut instincts. Dark eyes sweep down his figure, widening in surprise at his suggestion, and the simper on his face only deepens as he watches with hooded eyes. Honestly, if he was a Were-creature, his would likely be a Cobra.

She gasps, taking a step back, and simultaneously one hand comes down on the table, fingers tapping against it as a warning. Do not run, it beats out, do not inspire a hunt that would most certainly end worse for the wear. "Ah," he purrs. In that one word they come to knowledge that each recognizes the other for what they are, that the stakes in this game have just risen, and judging by the intense expression on his face, a game that would not be easily one. All it took was the bunching of shoulders, the flex of a jaw, the tapping of fingers, such small things that adding to his persona as indomitable.

In one blink she has given in and he relaxes, almost imperceptibly, back into his chair, lips peeling back to reveal a flashing smile. "Quite a bar you picked. Is the fare here delectable?" His suave tone is laced with undertones, not quite malice but neither is it warm. Ah, the potency of danger that he can emit. His dark eyes watch her as if ready to strike while maintaining his expression. "Ah, I forgot, you haven't tried it." He narrows his eyes, leaning forward now so that his elbows are on the table. "Now tell me, dear, what is your name? I am Drago, Drago Costa, at your service," he says, reaching a hand out an waiting for a handshake.

Drago Costa - Dark Hunter♥ amanda

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