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

TRUST MY RAGE


Posted on November 08, 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.



Swarthy eyes watch her, a cat pinning a canary. How easy it would be to pounce on her in this moment. Drago imagines it - the uproar as slow recognition takes place, as the otherworldly creatures that had begun to seep into the place through various shadows realized just how unsafe it truly was. They were a scattered entity, seeking only self-lust above all else. None of them would step forward to save this timid Japanese vampire. She was hungry and that could dampen her speed. Her fear was a palpable thing and if he were a serpent his tongue would taste it in the air. Smooth lips are peeled in a pernicious smile, his eyes telling her that he knew he had the upper hand, he was assured nothing could change in this moment even if she tried. Wicked he is and wicked he would forever be.

Her eyes drop to her hands as his roughened thumbs rub across the silk of her frigid skin. Surprise, he can see it there, her lips parting in surprise. She is like winter. She would suck the heat from him and leave him empty but Drago liked playing with such dangerous creatures. He was tired of being controlled. It was time to seize his own destiny. Yumi just happened to be sitting right in his path to glory.

There is a hesitancy in her words that simply ingrains his conniving smile deeper into his face. Drago could be charming when he wanted, but he also did not disguise the depth of his own predatory side. All was fair in war -- love was a thing to be avoided at all costs. It was a downfall of many and he would be assured it would not be his. "You see, Yumi, I am... curious." Once more he sits back in his seat, waving on wrist negligently in the air to summon a waitress with another drink that he swirls in his hand. "I want more out of my life than slaughtering vampires. I think larger than any of those archaic men who claim authority. I want my own kingdom, a kingdom in which you and yours will be safe in return for some minor details. You will work for me to create this dynasty I desire. All I need from you is, well, your charming self." He grins then, a flash of teeth, like a tiger warning his prey that there was no other option. Indeed, he hadn't given her any. "You will help me seek out others. Vampires, weres, I care not. Together we will convince them to work with me. I can see to it that you are protected. Besides, I am not above rewards," and now he sets the glass down with a thunk, reaching forward so that his knuckles run down her smooth face in a tender gesture. "We can do great things together, Yumi. What do you say?" But what he didn't say rang loud and clear - work for him or die.

Drago Costa - Dark Hunter♥ amanda

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