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 March 19, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It is of eternal fascination to him, the way some of the woman in this city were so- assured of themselves, so entirely willing to tease, to speak out, to show that they had some sort of spine behind them. It is different from the world he knows and the women he knows. In places he had come from women were rarely given to do much save raise children and yet he hardly finds he dislikes this more engaging side of the fairer species all the same. It was refreshing, if nothing else, part of the man finding some sort of amusement in the simper she offers him. Another part however, that part of the man that perhaps made him what he was, that spoke so silently and yet so loudly all at once of his own dominance is...wary of it. Her form shifted easily to face his own, her admittance that she hardly knew anybody only confirming what the equine already new from the few moments he had spent within the depths of her mind. She takes his hand easily, without reservation, offering her own name along with her preferred moniker as he simply nods.

"Edie it is then."

If that is what she desired to be called then so be it. Her mention of his name, along with his hair, earning the woman a soft snort by way of response. He had been within the confines of this city for some time now and yet the manner in which his own named seemed to 'fit' with the unusual tone of his hair seemed to be of eternal amusement to the vast majority of the cities inhabitants.

"Yes, so I've been told."

He murmurs smoothly within that ever-present, cool, calm baritone as he merely continues to observe the woman before him, the violet of his gaze resting upon her somewhere beneath that tousled snowy hair. He is observant, if nothing else, the manner in which the woman had forced herself to sit up straighter at his approach hardly missed- betraying her to an extent perhaps. He is perhaps one of the precious few Were within this city to fall into the unfortunate classification of 'prey species' and yet there is precious little about the man that would ever be perceived as prey. Few play the part of predator so well and with such practised ease- the vulnerability of the woman before him already established. It is merely something he seeks to play upon in the moment in which he reaches to pluck the money from his pocket and hold it so temptingly before her. The almost sassy response he receives in return merely results in a momentary simper ghost his lips- a fleeting, brief gesture that seems to indicate some taint of humour at her response before it melts away once more to leave the young man with his often indifferent appearing façade. A curious creature indeed, this one, though whether she was valuable as well remained to be seen. Her mention of his 'pretty face' was perhaps not entirely lost upon him and yet for now he merely gestures to a store across the street.

"What I want you to do, Edie, is decidedly simple. I merely need you to go into that clothing store and attract the attention of the sales assistant. If you were to create something of a scene in that pursuit I would not be entirely displeased. You do that and the fifty dollars is yours."

The fifty is returned to his pocket for now and out of her reach. There was nothing wrong with a little reward for effort, after all, the man moving to stand easily now, hands tucked into the pockets of his black jacket, the silver-coloured chain about his neck barely visible beneath, waiting for the woman to join him.

"Unless of course, you would rather discuss your burning desire to sleep with me?"

The simper that touches his features for that single moment indicating that he had indeed perceived her tease from earlier- he simply chooses to acknowledge it only now, one eye lifting momentarily upward before he simply wanders past her and towards the store in question- leaving the woman to follow after him as he is rather assured she would.


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