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.

ice, ice baby


Posted on November 17, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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The matter of just how Calliel had been bitten is one the man makes no effort to add to his explanation, this piece of information smoothly concealed for a later time, Frost finding he hardly wishes to indulge in any form of judgement the girl might see fit to give. In truth she hardly seemed the judgemental type, at least not deeply so, the man willing to wager that she was hardly the type to hold a grudge and yet the events that had led to the veritable end of Calliel's human life were not ones in which he wished to discuss with the girl. At least not today. Her assurance that she would come this weekend was at least pleasing enough. Perhaps Calliel would find it easier to discuss whatever it was that seemed to so play upon her mind with another woman of a similar age as opposed to himself. Her Alpha he might be, yet even with his mind reading skills, basal though they remained- he found it difficult, to an extent, to assist the girl with matters he himself had never suffered. His own Were heritage, after all, was blood born, those changes forever a part of his existence and in that manner he hardly mourned the loss of a humanity he had never had. A simply nod is all he offers by way of response, once more aware of the girls niggling thoughts in regards to himself, her mind seeming almost determined in its quest to find some way past the shields of his own making. She a determined little thing she was, his lip quirking slightly though offering no further indication he was aware of any of the thoughts that stirred behind her mind. Why she truly desired to search within him he hardly knew, there was little to find and of that he was assured, his façade a truly well practiced concealment of so much of his true nature. One the pretty little blonde would have to work truly hard at finding a way around. Perhaps it was simply amusing that she desired to try at all. How unfortunate it would be, to lose she a creature to Tetradore and his band of misfits.

His equine form, it would seem, is something of a surprise to the girl. The sheer bulk and size of the snowy-hued stallion significantly more substantial than his fairly small, lithe human form and yet she would hardly be the first to make such an error in judgement. Perhaps she is not misplaced to do so, most Were's, after all, tend to hold some resemblance to the animal they retain within. It is Frost's hair however, that seems to offer the only clue and such a thing is rarely taken upon others as anything other than a simple curiosity. The manner in which she holds her ground hardly goes unnoticed, the girl either determined to appear unconcerned with the towering war horse before her, else she truly believed he would bring her no harm- her calm assurance...curious to him though he offers no further thought on it, merely watching her still from beneath that thick forelock of white as she berates herself mentally once more. How useful she could be, truly, if only given the right guidance. The display of her power however, is very much as he had anticipated, her ability to manipulate the weather affording a further addition to his own powers as he lopes about her in a smooth and striding trot. The ice that forms beneath his hooves tangles and darts upon every leaf and fallen twig within his vicinity, icy fingers crafting their smooth touch over the surface of the earth, further encouraged by her own powers now before he comes to a halt before her, air exhaled from flared nostrils in a rush of heated smoke before he offers an explanation of the ice that surrounds them now.

Impressive perhaps, though it is difficult to find another whose power compliments it so. I was curious of that, thank you.

How cold could she truly make it? Or how hot for that matter, the limitations of her power, the subtleties of it, already turning about within his mind as the heavy horse moves to stride back towards her now, frosted feathering billowing slowly in the wind about his feet as he allows those few tendrils of his power to extend towards her- no more then the faintest of caresses upon her skin, allowing her to feel the fire and ice he commands so smoothly as her face flushes with it. She wanders closer then, the violet eyed stallion simply content to watch her in that moment as she speaks of his name, head nodded slightly.

Yes, my Father named each of us for our abilities, it is a common practice in my culture.

He sees little need not offer her the information, the wind continuing to whip about at his mane, tugging and pulling at each long snowy strand as they fall softly about him and he offers the woman an entirely new kind of game. It is a rarity indeed for the man to offer such things, the war horse rarely given to engage in games and yet it would seem his mood is....amicable this morning. The competitive tone to her voice is hardly missed, the girl seeming to possess more spirit then he had perhaps anticipated as a rumbling chuckle of sorts vibrates within his chest, the stallion shifting now to stand beside the girl.

Around the park once and back to here, following the path. If you win you can choose a prize of your liking. However, if I win, I can have any prize I like. Agreed?

Those smooth, deep lyrics speak softly to her mind alone- though he hardly waits for her answer however, head and neck swung suddenly sideways to collide with her, aimed entirely at knocking her from her feet and sending her sprawling on the ground as his own form plunged forward and into a gallop. He is hardly a thoroughbred and yet nor does the equine truly lack speed, his head start significant now.....

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