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 November 18, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 The womans proximity to him hardly goes unnoticed, the towering equine allowing his ears to prick forward at her words, delicate feminine form standing almost defiantly before him all the same and indeed he finds himself amused by such a gesture. For all their human traits, after all, a Were is an animal still- so much of what is said offered through non-verbal means and indeed while her stance offers no disrespect there is an assurance in it all the same. She is not within his pack, her actions therefore outside his immediate jurisdiction though it would seem she remained wise enough still to afforded him some level of respect while maintaining her own determination to remain within his space. She was a clever creature then, more so then he had originally anticipated- the girl having placed herself delicately upon the line between respect and assertion of her own will- a difficult dance to play with any Alpha creature though she seemed adapt enough in these moments. His opinion on canines was perhaps a little lacking and yet this is more surely the fault of Raven. Baying, drooling hounds are far from his version of ideal and as such he had perhaps become more prejudice towards them. This one however, was at least providing some amusement to his mind if nothing else, her powers affording him perhaps more interest than would normally be given. After all, it was a rare thing indeed to find another in possession of a talent that leaned itself to his own and as such the girl had made herself...valuable, in a fashion. Though whether or not his knowledge of her skill was dangerous remained to be seen. Any knowledge after all- could be distinctly dangerous in the wrong mind and it would seem the stallion had firmly fixated his interest upon her now, her words distracting him now. The decision of her own parents in regards to her name sees one eye lift slightly in vague curiosity, the woman seeming in possession of a temperament of eternally good will, the violet of his gaze resting upon her still. It was unfortunate perhaps, that her parents had not been given to uphold any of the traditions of his own people. Within his own culture a name was far more then simply a favoured word, it held a meaning, something distinct and personal within itself although some part of him supposed merely naming a child after a relative or some other favoured phrase was not wholly incorrect. The traditions of others cultures held some merit he supposed, though they paled in comparison to his own. Perhaps he had never chosen a given name for any child, a right reserved entirely for the Mother, though he had held some hand in the choice of middle names before his departure from the Compound. Two. He had still missed two of them, a matter that irked him in some regard and yet one he hardly wished to dwell on now. Nostalgia was a waste of his time, no good would come from dwelling upon the past and the facets of it he would not change now. In my language your name is said Rauður, though it is distinctly uncommon there. You would stand out if nothing else. Scarlett was, after all, not uncommon in this country- in his own however it was something far more foreign and exotic in its flavour. He turns from her only at his suggestion of a game of sorts, curious to test this creature perhaps, seeking to engage this more competitive side of herself though why he does as such remains to be seen, the barest hint of a simper tracing his lips at the determination that seemed to cling to her so suddenly. For all her pleasant nature the girl possessed some spine to her all the same and this is a pleasing notion to his mind. To be gentle and pretty, seen and not heard were the traits of the women in which he had grown beside, the women here were proving to be vastly different and while he required some level of obedience from them- as any Alpha does â€" he had come to find himself intrigued by how very different females where in this country. They were valuable creatures after all- when they could be utilised correctly, Frost having not failed to miss the potential in each of his companions so far. Just as it had not gone unnoticed in Scarlett, those cool, frosted lyrics offered smoothly to her mind, offering no true room for negotiation before he simply seeks to instigate his own form of insurance policy. It takes barely the swing of his head to send the girl tumbling to the ground before his own form launches forward, whatever words she had been about to offer him cut short along with her spirited efforts to stick her tongue out at him, leaving her reeling upon the earth. His equine form was hardly designed for this sort of sprint, lacking the sheer swiftness of the Thoroughbred or the Arabian, his snowy-hued figure far more inclined to power and endurance then speed, designed to charge an enemy line and scatter it- else continue to lope for most of the day while carrying a load that would see a lesser animal buckle beneath it. There is however, some taint of speed to him, some refinement, his Mother having been of a far lighter persuasion, affording the stallion a suppleness of movement and a defined grace of sorts when he chose to display it, her breeding having taken the edge from his Father's overly heavy form to afford a creature capable of finer, smoother movements when he desired it. Whatever his breeding however, no human was ever going to outrun him, though the girls efforts were surely valiant. Ears twist backward atop his skull at her shout, a rumble of amusement rolling within his chest. Perhaps Scarlett was a suitable name for her, there was fire in the girl to be sure, it merely needed to be stoked. He had not anticipated however, that she remained capable of returning his less than fair tactics, the full force of the wind colliding with him suddenly, sending that long mane and tail askew as in irritated snort rolls from his nostrils. The sheer force of the wind was significantly more then he had anticipated and yet strength, as it was, remained entirely within the realms of his capabilities. Muscles neck arches over, form slowing to a high-stepping trot of sorts, one that turns his strength directly against her own as he rather simply plows ahead through it- the girl seeming to have afflicted herself with her own power as she continued to battle it- with a leaf stuck to her face. His eyes merely roll slightly at her almost ridiculous attempts to continue a challenge she had already lost, the stallion increasing his pace to canter smoothly over the proposed finish line and come to a halt, nostrils flaring from the effort all the same before the indigent Scarlett arrives with the assurance she had let him win. Your battle with the leaf then was entirely for my benefit was it? His lip curls upward all the same, the equine version of a chuckle of sorts as heavy feathered hooves move to step past her once more, entirely aware that the girl had done no such thing though seeing little need to correct her beyond the edition of his own momentary sarcasm as it laced the frosted lyrics that fell towards her. This mention his prize however, sees him pause briefly. Turn around. It is more an order then a request, truly, waiting until she does just as he has commanded over her before stepping back towards the trees and allowing his equine form to shift and fall away, returning to his human skin now- sparing her any sight of his naked form as moved to find his clothing once more. It took barely a moment to pull on his jeans, buttoning his shirt still as he moved to step from the sparse bushland- that shock of snowy hair fallen back across his gaze once more- though it held a look distinctly windswept to it now as he comes to stand behind the woman, tucking the silver chain at his neck back beneath his white shirt. "Scar." He utters the single word, waiting for her to turn back around now, the faintest touch of....nervousness seeming to permeate from her, teasing the barest of simpers to his lips. Hmm, she could be nervous then, when she chose, some faint instinct perhaps having offered the woman a warning of sorts and perhaps it should. She was a clever creature, this one- though perhaps not clever enough to outdo him- not this time at least as she asks what his choice of prize has been. He waits only so long as it takes the girl to turn and acknowledge his presence so close to her own, one hand lifting smoothly catch her chin, tilting her head softly upward as he rather suddenly brings his lips to her own- that singular touch allowing the heat of his affinity to sweep rapidly through her veins in a touch far more intimate. His free hand finds her own, pressing a folded piece of paper smoothly into it before he pulls softly back from her now. "I think that should suffice. That is my address, on that piece of paper I gave you. I'll see you Saturday. Enjoy your morning Rauður." The barest hint of a simper touches his lips once more before he pivots neatly on his heel, dismissing her for now, it would seem, quite content to leave her in the park as he heads back out and onto the street, leaving her to stand amongst the storm she had created, the taste of her still firmly on his lips. |
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- I will try to fix you - By Scarlett Trivale on December 14, 2015 at 11:43 PM