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

my soul has never led me wrong dareios


Posted on December 12, 2015 by sorcha
North
there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth


The card SAID this address but Sorcha felt a bit of unease as she stared up at the nice structure. Clearly Dareios had money, although she certainly should not have thought any different after seeing that nice tuxedo he had worn on the night they had met. She had tucked his card away in her favorite backpack with her potions and forgotten about it for a time, sucked back into the world of hawking her wares on the street side and visiting the Ark at night to sell to the Were's. But since the attack by Frost that had left her hands almost frostbitten - which thankfully, they had not been and thus they were restored - she felt a sense of extreme unease. Never in her life had she been placed in such a threatening, dire position. Never had she felt so helpless, caught in the grasp of horror and fear so that she did not even contemplate on striking back. While she had threatened Dareios, she had not felt overtly threatened by him, had not been attacked and had not lost sense of her mind.

In the back of her mind she felt like a coward, the way she had begged that wolf-girl to save her, to help her, and it gnawed and ate at her like acid. She had slept lightly in the last few weeks, wondering if Frost might track her down since she had returned to the Ark after telling him she wouldn't. The stubborn part of her wouldn't let him dictate her but didn't he already? Fear had become a constant companion even if she wouldn't acknowledge it. The light circles beneath her mossy eyes was evidence enough of that. To top it off she hadn't heard from Booker in as much time either and the fledgling hope she had for their relationship had begun to wilt until she felt only her cat, Darwin, could help her, often cuddling with him and staring at the window instead of sleeping.

With a squaring of her shoulders she strides up to his door, rapping her knuckles quickly before stepping back and twisting his business card around in her hand, worried this was not the best time. Dusk had settled and the street lamps had come on so surely he was up? What if he was out and hunting? No, she had left a message telling him that she would be stopping by, and had been rather glad she had missed talking to him because of her recent unease. Furtively she peeks over her shoulder, hoping not to spy a certain pale haired man lurking about or even the haughty Dark Hunter she had managed to escape before.


24 - WITCH - NO COVEN
Thanks Vii❣

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