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

others say in ice


Posted on March 18, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It is his awareness of another Were that attracts his attention far more than the tumultuous thoughts of insecurity and dejection that spiral about in her mind. After all, half the crowd within the streets today seems to have similar thoughts. Money, it would seem, truly didn't buy happiness. He barely stirs in response to her all the same, violet gaze merely sliding sideways beneath that wild, thick forelock of hair to eye her a moment. She was young, pretty, her slender form slightly hunched over upon the bench opposite his own as she picked at her own meal. He had suspected at first to see Alexis, the scent of the woman distinctly similar to that of the young vixen, the lack of pack bond assuring him it was hardly Claire and yet this particular woman was one he is assured he has never seen before. He continues to observe her for several moments, his own powers extended now, seeking her mind, attempting to focus upon it. He was becoming more and more adapt each day with such a power and yet within a crowd so large it was difficult to seize upon a single mind, little more than a few of the woman's stray thoughts drifting towards him. Those he did manage to hear however brought the barest of simpers to his lips. Cool, smooth lyrics drifting easily towards her now from his place on the bench.

"If I'm the only Were you've met so far- I don't think you've been looking hard enough."

His makes no move to acknowledge her any further, finishing the last of his meal with languid ease, pulling his mind away from her own now before he moves to sit up- seating himself upright to face her at last. He sees no need to explain how he had answered her unspoken thoughts, gaze hidden still beneath those lashings of snowy hair that forever hang across his eyes- placed with distinct purpose, too hide what lay beneath. It was becoming rarer these days to meet a lone Were, one whom had chosen to remain outside the affiliation of either himself or the Westside pack and perhaps it is for that reason alone the equine's interest remains piqued by the young woman before him.

"There are other Were in this city, I assure you-"

If her thoughts were any true indication to go by then this particular little vixen (her scent, he is sure, indicating fox) is far more alone then she truly appears. Her jobless, homeless state affording the woman a vulnerability of sorts that the young man finds very near- enticing. He rises with ease once more, standing now, before strolling smoothly across the small space that separated them to seat himself down beside her upon the other side of the bench. Whether she desired his company or not remained to be seen, there is much in the language of Were's that was spoken entirely without words, the ready dominance in the mans actions perhaps already speaking of his position- though he assures some space remains between them all the same.

"-it merely depends on who you know as to whether you find them or not. Frost."

He extends a hand easily towards her by way of greeting before returning it to himself, offering her a few moments to give her name, else ask entirely about his own as so many seemed content to do. His moniker, after all, was unusual at best- most seeming to find fascination in the snowy colour of his hair and the similarly winter-like theme to his name. Most people though- did have decidedly simple minds. Perhaps this girl would at least provide some manner of amusement for the afternoon, if she proved to hold any sort of value he might even be inclined to keep her. Though so few were ever truly worth the effort.

"How would you, Edith was it? Like to make fifty dollars?"

Long fingers reach easily into his jeans pocket, plucking the fifty dollar bill from within to hold before her. His words remain polite, easy, that smooth, cool tone calm in it's deliverance and yet that near icy undertone to his words remain all the same, one eye lifting in slight expectation somewhere beneath those tousled white locks. Why not have a little fun with the girl? She looked like she could do with a little amusement in her day, handsome features pulled into an easy grin as he regards her now.


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