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

i am the raven queen


Posted on November 29, 2016 by vhalla
North



Eyeing him curiously, she noted the way he moves closer towards as their conversation began to deepen. Leaning forward again, merely to hear over the music, she finds herself settled almost uncomfortably close next to the man. Vhal tilts her head at the Englishman as he responds vaguely towards her comment on the British folk that prowled the streets. Arching a brow at him she wanted to dig more but realized she didn't want to learn of any relations that may be tied to her own personal encounters. When she questions him Vhalla can't help but arch a brow at his response.

Fair enough.

The assassin didn't know him nor did he know her, it made sense logically as to why he didn't want to elaborate. Vhal was in the same boat. She should have known she would have had to answer the same question. Letting an impish grin tug at the corner of her lips, she doesn't immediately reply, instead she takes her time taking another sip of her drink before letting it settle on the table. She could begin feel the alcohol beginning to work on her senses and knew that this would be her last drink for the evening.

"I simply needed a night off," she shrugs at him, "I do have to admit though, this bar has the best bourbon around so I suppose you could say that I came for the drinks." She smiles, pushing her braid off her shoulder. "However, I decidedly came on-," she was cut off suddenly by a commotion in the crowd. Turning her head to glance over the crowd she could see three cloaked figures prowling through the crowd, though half of the clientele was still dancing away there had been several people attempting to pick fights with the strangers as they plowed their way through.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she watches as not one but two men crumple to the floor in pain, curled into the fetal position. Arching a brow in curiosity she regards them for a moment more before turning back to the British stranger next to her, though she kept an eye on the men now patrolling the crowd as if they were looking for someone. Occasionally, they would stop and question a patron before moving on. It was clear they were trying to not draw attention to themselves and they may have succeeded if they hadn't decided to cripple the men.

Vhalla was about to continue her conversation with the man when the stranger came prowling dangerously towards the bar. Uncrossing her legs, she leans closer to Sebastian, though her eyes are fixed on the cloaked man behind him. Straining to hear what he was demanding from the bartender, rather angrily, Vhalla stood suddenly as the man reached across the counter and fisted the bartender's shirt in his hand. Darting around her companion she places a threatening hand on the stranger's arm, her icy blue eyes narrowed dangerously at him.

"That's enough."

Vhalla Solarn


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