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

some say the world will end in fire (Edith)


Posted on March 17, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It was rare, truly, that the man found himself in the northern part of town. The oppressive city buildings, crowded storefronts and high presence of Hunters rarely saw him venture into such an area and yet today his purpose is decidedly singular. With Claire out for the day, Calliel visiting her Uncle, Alexis with Alex and Scarlett otherwise occupied the man found himself offered a rare opportunity to spend time alone. The past few days had been calm, if nothing else, Frost spending the majority of his time in Alex's company, neither man entirely willing to yield fully to the other, their training sessions often spent in some level of argument and they were improving, even Frost willing to admit as much. His evenings had been spent in the company of his pack and yet his thoughts continued to drift repeatedly to Nadya. The taste of her lips was hardly something easily forgotten, her hands running through his hair, the sensation of her mind against his own an intoxication he found himself unwilling to dismiss. How unfortunate it was that Tetradore had managed to convince her to move into the Ark itself. The giant steel fortress the Nightshade pack called home would be....difficult in the least to infiltrate and yet the equine had already devised something of a plan in that regard. If this was the game Tetradore had decided to play then so be it. Frost would merely find a new way to fight.

The snowy-haired man pauses briefly outside one of the more upmarket restaurants that mark the overly wealthy north side, one hand lifting to brush aside a few strands of stray hair from his gaze, strange, violet eyes, briefly observing the menu. Truly enjoyable vegetarian meals were few and far between, this store alone one of the few that possessed the ability to do it right and one his time alone today allowed him to visit. It took barely a few moments for the equines efforts to be awarded with a vegetarian burger, Frost easing himself away from the crowds and onto a park bench, one jean clad leg folding over the other, the silver medallion about his neck reflecting briefly in the light as he begins to pick at his meal.

Perhaps he would have to make a trip to the West tonight, the notes Crow had so generously provided for him so many months ago sure to come into use. That rusted steel tub had to have more than one entrance- he simply had to find it, the man pushing the thought away for now. It only sought to make him all the more irritable. Dareios' progress also needed to be checked on, the vampire taking far longer than Frost desired, the stallion assured the bill at the end of this would be more then he truly cared to pay- yet there were methods around that all the same. How easily Dareios could be fooled though remained to be seen. He takes another bite of his meal, snowy hair shielding his rarely seen gaze once more as he proceeds to lie across the bench with callous ease, choosing to ignore much of the world around him, fixated on his thoughts alone, the sun above offering a silvered tint to his pale hair. He remains alert all the same, despite his overly languid appearance. Perhaps he hardly had to fear from Hunters, his association with Alexander preventing any from the council at least seeking to bring him down and yet he has not survived this long by being careless- his own senses extend for anything or anyone out of place as he reclines.





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