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.

:: He'll Only Break your Heart ::


Posted on June 07, 2014 by Tobias
North
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Her question in regards to just whom may be given to pet him sees his head tilt once more, dark eyes held against her own as his features contort in some semblance of thought, evidently attempting to consider what he has been asked in these moments, unaware that the girls mumble may not have been truly expectant of an answer before he offers a shrug of sorts.

"Pack and...Lucian. I like it when he...pets my shoulders."

The deviant boy offers another grin once more, teeth flashing white beneath his otherwise rather dirty face, evidently assuring the woman that despite her own thoughts, when it comes to his pack mates he is more then willing to allow their touch against his leopard hide. Pack after all, is family and as such he holds no disdain in their presence of hands against him should they desire it, after all, when they are given to be altogether in those rare moments in which Tetra finds them they are often content to sleep in a tangled heap as cats so often do. Closeness with pack a loophole it would seem, in the otherwise volatile boys rules in regards to such things. His attention however, is readily shifted to the task at hand, dark eyes narrowed upon the small space he desires his companion should be given to fit through, the space far to small for either his human or shifted form, the boy a towering creature at well over six foot in height. He may well have been taller perhaps, had he been provided the nutrition a growing boy needs throughout his life, his ramshackle existence allowing for little more then scraps and vermin as his main source of meat and food- his recent reunion with Tetradore having alighted a new fondness for anything sweet. Aside from this however, his diet is exclusively of the raw verity.

The fox launches readily from his shoulders and up to the window above, the boy momentarily seeming almost displeased to have lost his 'Pretty', evidently having enjoyed having her upon his shoulders like a prized parrot and yet his commitment towards the task at hand readily sees his ever shifting attention refocus once more as she slips inside, watching the girl as she moves about, the sounds of shuffling heard from within before he snorts impatiently.

"Pretty! Hurry up!"

He is evidently content to command her, glaring towards the wooden door as the woman proceeds to shuffle about, no longer within her fox form now as she pulls the door open, met with little more then his scowl at her human form before he proceeds to let himself in to the storage room, ark eyes widening at the sight of bottle after bottle, shelves and crates and various amounts of linen, non of which seems to hold his attention as he moves to scratch at his head momentarily, the supernatural hotel proving to hold little intrigue for the boy, or at least, the storage compartment is of little interest. Dark eyes turn with cunning now back towards the woman.

"Not here....we need to go...inside. Change."

What is 'not here' evidently needs no explanation as he points towards another door, this one evidently leading upstairs and into the hotel lobby and suites, the young man clearly determined to head in that direction, commanding the girl change back into her fox form as he himself allows his body to contort, heavy paws slammed into the ground as the man is replaced with the hulking gold and black leopard that strides purposefully towards this new obstacle, jaws parting to grip the sold steel hinges, teeth shearing through the framework like a knife through butter, content to display his secondary power it would seem, unstoppable jaws shredding the steel framework, chunks of metal spat from his lips before he proceeds to wander straight through and onto the staircase, as if such bite force is by no mean surprising.

He is silent now, paws soft atop the stairs as he pads upward, muscle rolling beneath his Leopard pelt, muzzle lifted to the sky as he moves to taste at the air, waiting for his foxy companion to reach him once more as he moves towards the first suite, shoulder thrown against the door in an effort to pry it open before he pads inside, shifting back to human form now as he moves to head immediately for the bedside table and the woman's handbag that rests upon it, the owner downstairs perhaps as he removes cash from her wallet, stuffing it into his bedraggled jeans before proceeding t remove any touch of golden jewellery left out by the clearly wealthy patron of the room, diligently leaving anything silver behind as he turns back to the fox.

"Grab...something."

That he is clearly committing daylight robbery should be entirely evident to the girl now, the rooms of the wealthy hotel just ripe for the picking, another four still upon his hit list as that smirk traces upwards again.




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