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

so lather the blood on your hands, romeo


Posted on August 17, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
North
aiden tetradore

The ebony jungle cat was well aware of the irritation that nearly radiated from the form of his canine companion. It was easy to see that his efforts to clean his own claws somehow bothered her and in a way, it nearly entertained him. After all, this was but natural to him and his species and yet, because it was somehow different, it so managed to perturb her. How inquisitive indeed. And yet....how coyote of her. He wondered briefly if she'd ever truly tried to exist with a species behind her own. Had she ever bothered to make friends with those lesser the her? What of those far greater than her? He'd seen it done before, birds and rhinos, rabbits and deer, unlikely friendships with unlikely species and yet, somehow, it simply worked. But not for her. How curious. His emerald eyes flickered towards her at the sound of her huff, finally presenting her with the entirety of his attention and, in return, providing answers to the inquiries she so demanded from him. Spicy little thing wasn't she?

The concept of paintings, however, only seemed to rial the coyote once more, the feline entirely aware of that edge to her voice as she so derisively put down his interest in the rather exquisite painting of the sea. If it was perhaps anyone but her, Tetradore might have taken offense to it and yet, she was spared from any such agitation if only because the male was entirely aware of how utterly ignorant the female was of the world outside her den and pack. His head shook ever so slightly in disagreement. "I do not sleep in a den with my pack, nor out the wild. As I said before, we, you and I, are unique and unlike you, I use that fully to my advantage." There was, perhaps, a smug ring to his tone. After all, whilst she was sleeping on cold hard earth he had the comforts of a plush bed and food at his beck and call. There was a certain sort of beauty to being both beast and man. It was unfortunate she had little interest in such a world. Fortunately, it seemed as if perhaps his explanation of his interest in paintings themselves did seem to resonate with her in some fashion.

His voice had turned softer despite her jab at his liveliness, the man making an effort to explain that which was so lost on her. "Not all things can simply be seen the next rotation of the sun. Have you ever heard of 'The Queen of the Night'? It is a flower that blooms only one night of a year. The 'blue mountains' only bloom once every twelve years....many things in life are there for but a moment in time. So too are many people. That is what a painting is for." He fell silent afterwards, his emerald gaze settled entirely upon her as he finally inquired as to her presence within what was supposed to be a rather successful heist. The response he was given was entirely unexpected and too the reasoning behind it. His head tilted to the side as he eyed her inquisitively, "What is it you wish to know then?" He inquired with a hint of seriousness to his usually apathetic tone. If she so sought knowledge then he would give it to her though somehow, he doubted entirely that any real good would come of it.

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