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.
i stand with those who favor fire
Posted on August 16, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 A breed of a different kind? If only she knew how entirely true such a sentence surely was. Indeed he has heard those very words spoken more times than he cares to count- his very breed in every sense of the word a topic of conversation half the Hunter Council within his own nation had been content to debate if only to attempt to prevent anything like himself ever accidentally being created ever again. He had always taken something of a sense of pleasure in having ruined their precious gene pool so decidedly. They had created him- it was their fault- he had never asked for it and yet he had done entirely as they had trained him to do and simply overcome it. The stallion had perhaps, become far more than they had ever intended- he had merely done so in a way they disagreed with and yet such was the risk when a being was allowed to exercise its own free will. Alexis hardly anticipates an answer to her poised question and indeed Frost hardly gives one- allowing her words to pass with that same despondent look of indifference he offers like a veritable shield against the world itself. Edie, Nayda- perhaps the few whom had ever been allowed passed it in any sense of the word. Her lips twitch upward, Frost aware of even this subtle shift in her demeanour despite the distinct lack of attention he seems to pay her at all. Alexis seemingly no more interesting than the gum smeared across the pavement within the alleyway they had found themselves within. It is his turn now however, to find some amusement in her words, his own lips twitching ever so slightly at her assurance that he had gone about training her in the wrong way- that he had failed to help her. Her denial was almost endearing in a fashion, as if she truly believed she owed him nothing. She would see it, in time, perhaps it would take weeks, months, even years and yet eventually perhaps she would come to understand exactly what it was he had done for her. So few ever understood. "Old habits resurface too, Alexis. You will have to work hard if you intend to keep up this persona you seem to have found." He offers the words easily, his final question barely free of his lips before he becomes distinctly aware of a decision within Alexis' own mind, one that flickers as fleeting as a candle flame in breeze- his gaze narrowing suddenly before his own power extends rapidly to her mind- invading it. Eyes jerked suddenly upward to meet her own with that striking and yet so-rarely seen violet gaze. You are going to shoot me in the leg. The words reach her mere moments before the arrow fires from the bow within her hands- Frost aware of her decision in almost the same moment in which she makes it- affording him time to move and dodge her strike and yet the stallion simply stands. The arrow meets its mark entirely, biting through skin and flesh to embed that pointed tip just above the cap of his knee. A soft grunt of pain is forced from his lips, blood welling rapidly to the surface. God it was agony and yet it is another of his powers that comes into play now. Will Power a decidedly useful trait when it chose to be, the man simply refusing to buckle beneath the weight of his injury, eyes instead fixated upon the girl herself as an arrow slams close by his ear, another coming for his foot. Yet this time he does what is surely and entirely unexpected once more, shifting his foot forward just enough to allow the arrow to go directly into it. Another groan of pain is forced form his lips once more, the man forced to grasp at the wall behind him to stay up and yet once more the sheer force of his will sees what very near appears to be a snort forced from his lips at her words. Frost forcing himself upright once more, his right leg, an arrow within both his knee and his foot held up from the ground in an effort to alleviate the weight from it. The girl had, most assuredly, grown a spine since he had last seen her. "Is this it....Alexis? Are you...done? Put your goddamn bow down." There is, this time, a distinct note of something decidedly cold within his voice. Those violet eyes narrow darkly once more, one hand reaching abruptly down to wrench the arrow from his foot, a gasp of pain escaping him with the force, tossing the bloodied arrow at her foot before he reaches for the second- yanking this one from his knee in much the same manner, tearing his own flesh with such a callous action before tossing this too- at her feet. "I have to....give credit where credit is due...I suppose. That was very impressive- you have come a long way but if that....is all you have- you are going to have to try much harder. You are not the only one who got stronger." The near breathless tone of his voice, once previously laced with pain was rapidly repairing itself. A simper hardly pleasant suddenly touching his features. The sudden sound of someone outside the alleyway sees his eyes flicker sideways, a young couple strolling passed, a wave of his hand suddenly seeing the young man double over in pain at the mouth of the alley- blood erupting from his knee and foot. The very wounds that had been Frost's own transferred to the unfortunate human- his girlfriend shrieking in panic. For several moments the stallion merely tests his leg- foot and knee entirely healed as if they had never been struck at all. "Shoot me if you want Alexis, shoot me as many times as you want- this city has an endless supply of people to take whatever wounds you give me. You seem to enjoy protecting the innocents- a weakness I don't think you've overcome just yet but by all means, shoot me again and we shall see how long the human lasts. We are not done, Alexis, until I say we are done- though for today I think this is enough. You can go now, we will meet again, I am sure." If she wanted to go to war with him, then so be it. She would lose- like everyone who came before her. She was not strong enough and she never would be. Maybe next time she would shoot to kill- had he not taught her that? |
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- bring me back to life - By Alexis Wilde on August 25, 2016 at 5:36 PM