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.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
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.
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.
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.
I don't know why I expect to find him here of all places. I don't even know if the panther really has a place besides that god forsaken Ark that he clings to. I'm not going near there so instead I pick a trail to the north, working my way around the edges of the snazzy houses as I try to pick up his scent. Since I've been back in Sacrosanct, my only urges have been to find the wolf and the panther, the ones who spoke to me in my head. I haven't been able to do that with anyone else since I left though I've tried. I've almost gotten myself killed many a time over trying to concentrate on a bear or an eagle, anything to get a message to them, to see if they could understand. The bear wasn't buying it and the eagle tried to gouge my eyes out so I don't think the message got through. So when the pack made their way back here, I decided to go on a hunt by myself. The panther was speaking to me of strange things, of Weres and how things could shift. I never quite understood what he was talking about but that was before the wolf transformed into a human right before my eyes. That memory stuck with me for a long time and where once I feared the strangeness of it all, over time it gave way to curiosity and confusion. I must strive to understand these things, especially if they're going to keep popping up in my life. When finally I pick up on the panther's scent, I let out a soft yip in excitement, picking up the pace to a lope as I work my way around the neighborhood. But when I hear a dog barking, I get distracted for the moment. I slink closer to the fence, looking between the boards at the gaping jaws of a bulldog. Instead of snarling and moving away however, I close my eyes and try to focus, try to concentrate hard enough to say "hello." Instead all I hear back is gnashing of teeth and more barking. So after a few moments of this, I give up with a sigh and start to move on. That's when I hear the audible click of a gun. My ears draw back and my hackles rise in defiance as I snap my head to the sound. A human male stands by the corner of the fence, his gun already raised and ready to fire. |