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

but from what i know of desire


Posted on August 13, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It was a truly unusual boldness that seemed to afflict the once shy, quiet little vixen and yet Frost hardly found he disliked this entirely new persona she seemed to present with. It was, if anything, something significantly more useful than the spineless, weak creature she had been before. If only she could have found this side of herself sooner, perhaps she might have been of more use. She though, he supposed, still capable of being just that and yet as to how much she truly intrigued him remained to be seen. Her snort of derision affords her no reaction from himself, his gaze merely flicking away from the dead Hunter and towards her slender form once more in acknowledgement of the sound, her deliberately baiting words earning her little more then the lift of a single eye and yet he affords it no comment. He had known from rather a young age his place in the world, the notion he might forget it one of decided amusement and yet it is hardly within the nature of the man to display anything so frivolous as humour without due cause. The roll of her eyes at his explanation of his own pack is hardly missed, what little of the violet gaze could be seen lingering upon her as she provided her own reasons as to why so many women seemed to find their way into his aforementioned harem.

She was, perhaps, not entirely incorrect in that though 'daddy issues' were hardly the cause behind all his companions arrival within his home. He had a way, perhaps, of finding the broken, the damaged, the weak- those within a pivotal point in the crossroads of their existence that so seemed to afford them an all to delicate vulnerability that was all-too easy to exploit. It is a game he has played for a terribly long time, after all, the weak are entirely capable of becoming strong- they only needed a little guidance to get their and who better to help them rebuild what remained of their lives by the time he found them? Not all his pack mates were, of course, so wholly tragic, some he had perhaps helped along a little- Alexis herself an example of that and yet it remained the same when brought to a point. He found those who needed something, someone and he made himself the very thing they desired. Loyalty, after all, is not all that hard to foster.

"Tekið upp lestur þarftu?"

It is his turn to allow the softest of snorts to pass his lips, quite content to answer her in the very outlandish language she seemed to hold little appreciation of- though he supposed few truly did. If he could teach himself several languages there was nothing to prevent others from achieving such a goal and yet perhaps she, as most of the world, simply lacked the skill. Mores the pity. Her desire to keep from him exactly why she had fled the city was decidedly clear, the snowy haired stallion leaning easily back against the wall, arms folding across his chest- quite content to push her, if only a little. Curious now as to just how far her new found confidence could be stretched. Each word a decided attempt to bait the woman's patience and press upon those all to delicate nerves that had frayed and snapped before. There is little Frost does, after all, without a purpose. This merely another piece in the proverbial puzzle of his ever despondent nature. His words, it would seem, having the very effect he desired, Alexis' quite content to present him with a list of every fault she felt he had cast upon her. His shoulders merely lifting in callous shrug.

"You owe me pain? You lack the spine to do more than offer me the word- but you always have. As for my other offences, what of them? I hardly deny them nor are they any attempt to, as you say, make up for any other actions. I was merely helping you find that side of you that you seem to enjoy denying exists- though I hardly know why. It looks good on you."

The faintest of simpers momentarily seems to linger in place, the man content to watch the vixen beneath that forelock of white hair, the girl moving to fold her arms in much the same manner as his own though he makes no move to comment upon it once more. Attention upon her all the same just in case she should decide to so foolishly attempt to strike at him.

"What is your plan now then, Little Vixen? Have you returned to this city for good or did you merely stop by to say hello, hmm?"


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