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

a light to burn all the empires


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

It was particularly unusual that Tetradore so even bothered to acknowledge to her, of all creatures, his own peculiar past. After all, the things that he had done under that woman's hold and the things that had been done unto him in turn still often haunted his nightmares, even if he did his best to present the world with that facade of utter apathy. It was a mask he wore well if not only for the sheer length of time it he had been cursed to wield it. Still, he hardly bothered to answer those questions that the coyote herself so immediately shot back at him, a small shrug but briefly crossing his feline shoulders in a manner that was far more human in animal. He could scarcely describe it any further than he already had - not to mention the sheer notion of explaining to the were-girl the concept of powers seemed far too much for him to handle this very moment. She denied entirely what she was, she would too deny that in which she was capable of, he was assured. Instead, he merely followed the woman, muttering to himself on the state of her demeanor and how utterly exasperating it must be to have to deal with her on such a constant basis. With just one evening her blatant disregard for any sense of social etiquette had managed to get under his usually thick skin.

Still, her certainty that his pack sucked caused his gaze to narrow ever so slightly, the man surprisingly protective of that small group he had so managed to acquire. "They are my family." He uttered, placing insistence upon that final word. It was hardly a defense, per say, but he was particularly proud of each and every one of them, nevertheless. It was a difference he was assured would be lost upon her, the relationships he had fostered with them were deeper, he was certain, then any she was so able to make with those not of her own kind. Perhaps he was being judgemental in such thoughts and yet, he kept them entirely to himself, merely following the young woman further into the darkness of that cave. He could hear the sound of water, his head tilting ever so slightly as the grotto opened up into something far more exquisite. For a moment, the male paused, his emerald eyes simply searching the walls, observing the plant life, the colors and the hues of light that so seemed to emit. He could hardly deny the beauty of the place, much less the serenity it so offered. He could see well why she might retreat here.

Tetradore paused at the edge of the small pool, settling upon his haunches as he did so just so his front paws touched the cold liquid before him. His emerald eyes flickered towards her as those inquiries so filed his mind and yet, despite the smirk that crossed her lips, his face remained wholly indifferent. It was only once her voice had died off that the man offered her the smallest of nods, "Yes. Often. Everything would have different, had I not met her. I imagine everything would be different for you too if you remembered them. Sadly, all we can do is strive to ensure our futures don't have those same 'what-ifs' of our pasts." He knew well that such insightful remark would surely be thrown back in his face and yet, it was a struggle he fought every day.

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