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.
The feline was entirely aware of the weight of the canine's gaze upon him as his tongue roughly licked his large ebony paw before nibbling on the edge of his nails. They had become entirely tainted by the paint of the car he'd landed on, his nails scraping against it to become far sharper than he preferred. In truth, he cared particularly little for the judgemental weight of her stare, entirely content to, perhaps, take his time in that grooming so entirely atypical of his species. His emerald eyes glanced at her from the periphery of his vision, inquisitive enough of her interruption within his evening to keep her within his gaze. Slowly, his paw fell to the floor beneath him, the man shifting his weight ever so slightly as his attention turned wholly upon the woman, returning her tilted head with his own inquisitive and yet, entirely indifferent gaze. Tetradore was entirely aware of the tautness to each muscle of the woman's frame, though weather it was from an annoyance at him or the shotgun they had just escaped from still remained to be seen. He hardly commented on it, however, merely offering the woman a response to that question she had so forceful demanded.
His answer, though, hardly seemed to satisfy her, her gaze narrowing at the truth that drifted across her mind. His head bobbed silently in confirmation though he could hardly deny that it was just that - a useless decoration. And yet, despite such knowledge, Tetradore had always simply taken that which had interested him. "I want it." He stated simply, pausing only to add, "To hang upon my walls like the useless bobble it is." There was, somewhere deep within there, a hint of vague amusement to his voice, the man hardly taking offense to her decidedly animalistic thoughts of art. "There are some things that are simply nice to look at. Surely you know what I am speaking of? A sunset overlooking a forest? The trees under the warm rays of summer? A quiet creek in the depths of winter. A painting is simply a way to preserve such utterly breathless moments." He rose, stepping closer towards the canine as he spoke. He paused but momentarily as he turned the woman's inquiry back upon her, his vibrant emerald gaze entirely steadfast upon her.
The jaguar hardly missed the way in which her ears fell flat against her skull, clearly disliking his line of questioning and yet, he was entirely used to his own demands being answered perhaps in the same way that she was. Her answer, however, was somehow far more abrupt than he had expected. His head tilted inquisitively, his ears standing erect upon his large skull as he stared at her for a moment. "Whatever for?" The feline questioned with a genuine hint of curiosity. After all, in his stalking of the woman he was assured she was entirely comfortable with her pack and the life she led. She seemed to enjoy her hunting well enough and after their last encounter, he had never expected to wish to leave her canine form. And so, the question remained, why him? Why now? What had changed?