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 25, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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Edie Graham, as she so declared herself to be in response to her words, was perhaps one of the more outspoken women he had come across since his time in the city. She was, in the very least, a distinctly determined little thing, his mind once more finding her attitude both endearing and yet something of an intriguing challenge all at once. It is the very nature of both his personality and his species, to an extent, that so assures the snowy-haired young man enjoys possessing certain things, both objects and beings of value. Edie, so far, had displayed the potential for at least some value and was thusly of some use to him- if only for her acting skills. Whether by his own upbringing or simply his own nature Frost has little time for those who cannot offer him anything in return. A useless pack member was food and time wasted, far better to rid himself of those that were little more than a drain on his resources rather than worth feeding in the first place. Perhaps it was a harsh mentality and yet while he hardly credited his childhood with much, an understanding of 'earning your keep' had made at least some sense to the man, such an understanding following him readily into adulthood. After all, the Hunters he had grown up around would hardly waste food on a horse that either refused too or couldn't work- such a thing proving to be rather motivating in most cases.

Edie's demand to get going as she moved to take the arm her offered, drawing herself close against his side, readily seemed to bring his thoughts back to the present as he strolled forward, content enough to allow the woman to walk with him in such a fashion. For her part she seemed at least mildly intrigued by the shops they passed and yet if living with a pack made entirely of women had taught the stallion anything it was that most women, on some level, enjoyed shopping. Claire had given his credit card quite the work out on her first day and yet from what he knew of the woman standing beside him it was likely, that should he decided to keep her, that she was going to need more clothing then she had. Perhaps the Nightshade pack enjoyed running about in hoodies and ripped jeans and yet Frost is entirely inclined to believe his pack members still performed there tasks at the same level- while looking a whole lot better in decent clothing. His thoughts for now return to the woman pressed against his side, the warmth of her not entirely unpleasant, her scent one he has grown accustomed to and yet there existed within it something....illusive too him. Something different from Alexis and Claire. A different breed of fox perhaps? She was an undeniably clever little thing, cunning perhaps, her flair for the dramatic not displeasing and yet he is cautious of her all the same. She has proven, after all, potentially intelligent enough to play his game in return- so few truly capable of that and in that alone he finds himself intrigued- asking after her arrival here. Her answer perhaps a little unexpected, his own cool, smooth lyrics drifting suddenly towards her.

"There is a place outside Yorkshire, Bowness-on-Windermere, I spent time there when I was about sixteen perhaps. I never went into Yorkshire itself though."

Her attention seems to focus on a pair of shoes, Frost merely content to frown slightly somewhere beneath that forelock of snowy hair, unable to see the appeal of the shoes at all- though he has begun to suspect perhaps- that she is not nearly so interested as she appears- her comment earning her a momentary ghost of a simper as a chuckle hums within his throat.

"So you had too much ambition for your family pack, you desired a Beta position, so you left England and came here."

His words are hardly a question, more a simple musing, voice emotionless as always, as if simply stating the facts for his own amusement as he continues to stroll in silence for several more moments before at last answering her question, lip quirking slightly once more as he regards her now in response to her offer.

"I might know someone. The Nightshade pack in the West already has a Beta- two of them actually. The only other pack in this city is my own, I have no Beta."

His words are as calm and untainted as always, truly as if little amuses him at all and yet Frost hardly speaks without a purpose, each word placed entirely because he desires it so as he continues to stroll with ease down the street.

"The only thing I've seen you do however- is tip over a rack of clothing, inspired perhaps, but hardly Beta worthy. What else can you do? Why are you worth my time, attention and protection outside of your evident brilliance and beauty? Convince me."

One eye lifts momentarily upward in expectation, gaze resting on the woman now, outlaying such a challenge with the same smooth efficiency in which he does all things, the pair strolling now into a particularly tree-filled lane of sorts.

"Oh- and Edie..."

He moves easily to shift their positions with a near practised ease, stepping so suddenly in front of the woman, one hand reaching to allow his fingers to catch the hem of her shirt, pulling her effortlessly against him now as the most advanced of his powers rapidly engages to send streaks of blissful warmth dancing along her sides and skin. His free hand moves effortlessly to tilt her chin upward with gentle ease- allowing the pretty the young woman to glimpse the striking violet hue of his gaze for perhaps the first time as he leans forward ever so teasingly as if to brush his lips against her own, pausing barely a breath from such an action.

"Offering to sleep with me doesn't count as an answer to that question, just so you know."

His words are light, teasing. He releases her as smoothly as he had taken hold, a chuckle humming softly within his throat now as he steps around her once more, arms folded across his chest as he leans back against the nearest tree with laconic ease- quite deliberately having attempted to unbalance the woman, to place her off guard, to render her hot and bothered if only to see how entirely well she either did or did not handle such a situation. He has his own methods of testing after all, the man merely rising one eye again in unspoken challenge as that ghost of a simper lingers a little longer this time.....





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