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

some say the world will end in fire


Posted on October 17, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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It was a decidedly rare night that so saw the equine away from his own pack and within the confines of that forest, one rarer still that saw the man ensnared within his bestial form- that hulking pale stallion treading lightly upon the earth as those heavily feathered hooves moved with a steady rhythmic ease. It was rare that he allowed himself to give in to those animalistic desires, to drop his human skin for his towering, powerful equine frame and yet on some occasions the man simply could not resist that call. There was something almost freeing about this form, a return perhaps, to the very creature he was designed to be, one that relished entirely in that power and strength and speed so afforded to him like this. The world was far more alive in this form, every scent and sound reaching him in a flurry, sharper and more potent than his human skin, the cold night air rushing from within his nostrils as a snort echoes throughout the forest and the man simply continues on. There were some secrets he kept even from his pack, some nights just for him, evenings in which to indulge that part of himself he controlled with a near faultless precision and yet which too demanded of him all the same. How he loathed allowing any part of his equine instinct to touch his mind in human form and yet too how undeniable that call became if he ignored it too long. It had been some weeks since he had last shifted and tonight he had cared to ignore it no longer. He ached for space, for openness, for wide plains- the city a vile constriction more often then not and yet he had mastered that want all the same.

His sides were lathered entirely in sweat from his run, pale, pale, gold flanks stained dark where the breeze cooled against it as his nostrils drank that air almost greedily- the man very near satisfied save for but one task. One desire he kept so entirely concealed from his pack. The hulking war horse steps easily into that clearing, Frost hardly concerned with so assessing his surroundings, a creature his size was prey for nothing in these trees. Precious few ever so daring to make the mistake to treat him as such. His head lowers then, sweeping across the grass, finding just those most lush blades before the winter took them, allowing his lips and teeth to part. Frost entirely content to graze in that moment, relishing that taste and that indulgence into his equine form. There was something almost peaceful in those actions, the often irritable creature calm in those moments beneath that pale sphere, his own thoughts making some effort to sort themselves before the undeniable presence of someone else became entirely clear.

His head lifts, one ear curving atop his skull, violet eyes peering briefly into that gloom from beneath that snowy forelock before he moves to step forward and towards the noise. He can smell her before he can see her, something akin to dog, his nose wrinkling in disdain, ears pricking forward once more at that voice that echoed within his mind. Frost moving to step out and into the view of the....dog-like creature he towered above, neck arching slightly over in some vague curiosity at the animal at his hooves- a pine cone rolling to brush against it. One eye lifts somewhere beneath that wild forelock, that sudden shift eclipsing his form- the magnificent war horse replaced with the man, Frost paused only to straighten his shirt- foot resting now against that same pine cone.

"I don't want anything from you, little puppy. Are you lost?"

He moves easily to flick his foot beneath that pine cone, flicking it up to catch within his hand with effortless ease, bringing it to his lips a moment later- that satisfying crunch echoing within the trees- the stallions chewing nonchalantly as if the entire evening is of utter disinterest to him. Frost leaning then against the nearest tree.

"What, might I ask, are you supposed to be? A dog? You can talk, I will hear you even in this form."


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