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.

:: Into These Animals We Grew ::


Posted on June 15, 2014 by Tobias
North
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Dark eyes continue to rove over the room, searching within the shadows of the luxury sweet, fingers carefully plucking at any gold or gem to be found, careful to ignore anything silver as he works with methodical ease- this evidently not the first time he has been given to perform such a task, someone evidently having taken to time to tutor him in such things as he pockets anything of momentary value. He himself, perhaps, holds little understanding as to they 'why' of his work, knowing only that such things are sure to be appreciated, after all, Lucian had never turned them down before, the man offering cash for most and indeed it is the money he needs- if only to give to Nadya. He does not understand what his pack mate does with it, more so he has simply come to know she needs it and as such is determined to get it for her, the woman providing him with food in return. Pretty's inclusion in this escapade little more than chance and opportunity, his attention turned towards her once more as she reaches to open the fridge pulling out the wrapped beef as he merely stares towards her, unable to understand the word 'jackpot' pointing abruptly to the packet she holds in her hands.

"Not...jackpot. Beef."

Clearly Pretty has failed to understand what she holds in her hands, the boy content to inform her otherwise as he returns to his task, moving to open draws and cupboard as he does, the room yielding far more than he had been given to expect, delight evidently present upon his features as lashings of black hair tangle with his gaze and fall into his equally dark eyes, her next question seeing him halt once more to regard her with that same child-like innocence he does in all things, attempting to perceive what exactly is being asked of him as he regards her, fingers brushing over the necklace in his hands.

"I give to....Lucian....he gives me....the green....paper.....I give to Naddy. Naddy says....we need it."

That he keeps none of what he takes is clearly evident, this act seeming almost...selfless to an extent, the boys desire to please so very assured in these moments and yet, despite the seemingly selfless nature of such an act the boys own ideals are very much assured, Nadya having taken over the job of feeding him, the young man having no desire to lose his pack mate- at least, not until he can find Tetra once more and return to his job, the same job he has held since he had barely been old enough to walk. The necklace is tucked readily into his pocket as he moves to stride from the thoroughly robbed room, pausing momentarily as if he seems to consider Pretty's roast beef meal. Lucian however, has never given him money for food before and as such the boy is inclined to believe in this, it holds little value.

"C'mon Pretty."

He calls for her in much the same manner one calls for a loyal dog, clearly still determined to hold some belief that the women, may in fact, be his pet, despite having promised not to bestow her with such a moniker. He pauses again within the doorway, head peering out into the hallway, searching for any sign of any other, prepared to step out when the elevator before him moves to open, doors parting suddenly to release a rather hassled looking waiter wheeling a silver trolley, the man bustling straight forward and into the room as Tobias stumbles hurriedly backwards until he remains very near pressed up against Pretty, the girl dressed in utterly nothing, Tobias having managed to retain his threadbare jeans and little else as the waiter seems to suddenly realise his predicament, the man hurriedly looking away, evidently of the belief he has walked in upon a clearly private moment before gesturing to the platter before him.

Mr and Mrs Atkins, I have the lunch you requested.

Room service is evidently not a luxury the boy has ever been afforded, continuing to blink vaguely at the man whom still attempts to look in every direction but the couple in front of him, hardly waiting for approval before moving to place the meal down on a nearby table, dishing out the Greek and Feta salad into two even bowls, placing the dish of caviar beside it, along with a rather expensive bottle of wine and glasses, turning now to look towards the utterly confused Tobias once more, one hand held out, evidently expecting some form of tip, the gesture met with little more than a scowl of confusion form the shaggy-haired deviant before he moves to abruptly slap the waiters hand with his own. It would appear that the Leopard is of the belief the other man desires a high five of sorts, the waiter scowling now before he moves to hurry from the room, slamming the door behind him as Tobias turns his attention to the lunch they have been given- eyeing the salad with clear suspicion, one long finger moving to search through it. That it lacks meat entirely seems to displease him immensely, gaze shifting once more to Pretty.

"I will trade you my......grass and leaves for......your meat."

How generous. That the woman's salad is no meatier then his own has clearly escaped his notice, along with the fact the real Mr and Mrs Atkins may only be moments from arriving, his attention turned now to the caviar.

"What is...that?"




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