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 February 14, 2016 by isolt griffin
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Trepidaton seems to find him with its barbed claws, drawing a hefty weight upon his otherwise steadfast confidence and diminishing the proud commentary of before in favor of the pregnant silence that exists between them now. The transformation in his persona, subtle though it might have appeared to the casual observer, was noted quite readily by the auburn-haired damsel and succeeded in heralding an introspection of her own. At least some part of this must have been painful, to pull back the curtain and allow another individual a glimpse into a life lived separately from the tangible present. A life accented with such myriad agonies as despair, war, and love unrequited. It was no secret from her that Damon had spent the better part of a century perpetrating attempts to rid himself of these memories that plagued him so. Alas, one such plague of immortality was that the tapestries of their memories would forevermore bare the stains of their mortal lives. No amount of time would remove them, nor would they be capable of unraveling the threads that mortality had woven.
Helplessness seizes upon Isolt's insecurities in the moments that her eyes flicker over the frame of her lover as he lingers opposite her. For all of her many talents, Isolt could do naught but beguile them both with the fallacy of her continued interest in the artifacts that surrounded her. Intrigued though she certainly was, the youthful vampire was wrought with concern for her companion, the sorrow writ in the hard lines of his handsome facade.
And so she goes to him, traipsing cautiously for reasons even she is incapable of pinpointing. An angelic simper pulls lightly at the brims of her luscious ruby lips at his comment, though the weight upon her heart proves too great to allow any marginally acceptable appreciation of his compliment to shine through the veneer of worry that blinds her so. Instead she reaches out to curl her delicate fingers into the brim of his shirt, brushing lightly against his abdomen as she raises her eyes to his, teeth raking gently over her bottom lip before she whispers to him. "I'm here now," she lilts, vague suggestions of a blush tickling at the apples of her cheeks, "and I'll keep you warm at night if you'll let me." 