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


Posted on July 27, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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For several moments still the white-haired man remained content to watch the vixen as she slunk along behind the evidently unfortunate woman and her children- the violet of his gaze lingering upon the slinking Were-creature with no small measure of curiosity. It was, after all, decidedly rare to see any of his own species with spine enough to do little more than hide away these days. Why the little creature was wasting so much effort upon a hotdog was perhaps debatable and yet her tenacity was enough to attract his attention all the same. The Hunter seated several benches away from him however, had taken an interest in the girl as well. The stallion had been aware of the man for the past hour and indeed Frost remains entirely assured the Hunter, in turn, had been aware of his own presence and yet his recent work with the Hunter Council had only further assured his own immunity to them. Alexander seemed to do decidedly little for the council at all and yet precious few were willing to irritate him by bothering Frost in any fashion, the man rather content with such an arrangement. It is hardly any care for the welfare of the fox that sees the snowy-haired young man rise to follow, indeed he is merely intrigued with the outcome as a whole. If the vixen was of any true use and thus interest to him she would surely survive her hotdog stealing scam. If she was slaughtered by the hunter then she was hardly worth the effort all the same.

Frost moves to stride several paces behind, allowing the Hunter to race into the alleyway after the fox, for the first time the scent of the animal becoming clear to him- a distinct....familiarity weaving its way into his mind and yet...hmmm...surely she hadn't returned? This was hardly the fickle, weak-minded Alexis he had known. How very intriguing this had all suddenly become. The man rounds the corner at last, violet gaze falling emotionlessly upon the Hunter whom lay dead upon the concrete, the salty, metallic scent of blood weaving its way into the air like a cloying perfume that saw him snort before his gaze at last lifted to a rather naked Alexis.

"Well, well, well."

He muses the words with a simple ease, lip quirking upward ever so slightly as he moves to simply step over the dead Hunter. Alexis, it would seem, had improved since her time away from the city- this new look of confidence suiting her rather well. Perhaps some of his lessons had made an impression on her after all. For half a moment the equine is almost given to consider whether or not she had yet been to see Alex. Despite the Hunters lack of verbal communication an insight into his mind provided Frost with an assurance the man, despite himself, had grown rather attached to the little vixen and had bemoaned her loss. Such thoughts however, are fleeting to his mind, Frost moving instead to close the distance abruptly between them. One hand moves easily forward to ensnare her own, pulling her just that little bit closer, allowing his lips to brush her cheek in a frigidly cold kiss- allowing his affinity to send a chill through her naked form, his gaze brushing lightly over her all the same before he stepped back, arms folding easily across his chest.

"I have been well enough not to steal hotdogs from children. I suppose we can't all be successful in this life though- pity."

One eye lifts ever so slightly, the words designed entirely to goad her though they are offered, as always, with near no emotion as his attention returns to linger upon the Hunter. Almost as if he moves to inspect her work in a fashion. That she had actually killed something, someone, was far more display of spine then she had ever held before. Perhaps the girl had improved in her time away. His gaze drawls lazily towards her once more, the man leaning back against the side of the alleyway, offering no comment upon her naked form.

"If you needed food Alexis- you might as well have come by my place."

His words it would seem, have shifted from criticism to generosity all within the same moment and yet such is the fashion in which Frost so often moves. Content, it would seem, to destabilize the girl slightly. Though for what reason remained decidedly unclear.

"Where have you been all this time, Little Fox?"



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