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.

feral by nature


Posted on January 26, 2017 by Malia Tate
North


She knew she could use her size and agility to her advantage. She always could. Add in that her strength was far superior to that of normal animals and she was a top contender with any Were. She was truly feral and that helped her a lot. She had learned how to fight from survival, not from playing with other Were's. All play was practice to live in the coyote pack. There was no room for error and she knew the muscled places were the bad places to bite. Sure, blood loss was a good thing to win but you had to think about the whole picture. Think about what will hinder the prey and take away all its advantages. Make the prey helpless and they will fall just that much quicker. She had learned this through firsthand performance and she wasn't stopping now.

Besides, apparently it was quite a surprise to the white (horse? Is that what he called himself?) thing cause he kept squealing and snorting his displeasure every time she got a bite in. Her tail hurt like a bitch and she looked back, a little annoyed to see a twinge in the curve of her tail but at least she was never a vain creature. She didn't groom herself to look good, only to keep the tangles to a minimum so she could move easier. If her tail wasn't perfect, it's fine, so long as it still does its job. She just wished it would stop hurting so much.

She didn't know much about his exact species but she knew enough about the hooved breeds that they were a fight or flight species and were meant for running, not for stand in place combat. Good because she could turn circles around him and keep herself moving while keeping him pretty motionless which meant he had a disadvantage to use his heavy hooves. After all, she'd already found out just how much they hurt.

She launched for his neck and he reared up, his front legs all too close to my body. Luckily, she was quick this time, pulling her back legs up to curl them close to her body and keep them from being trampled under his hooves. She wasn't about to become a floor mat. Her teeth snapped on air but she knew that wasn't the goal at this point anyway. Now, it was just to escape from this zone. She came down and instantly danced back out of his range in case he went to paw at her, instead racing around to jump at her next bite mark. She was satisfied to feel flesh between her teeth this time, his squeal like music to her ears as she got another taste of his blood.

As she danced back, she kept an eye on him, only to have her eyes widen as he suddenly launched forward, racing toward her. She went to take off to the side but his knees clipped her hindquarters, sending the coyote rolling with a yelp. That was going to bruise. She felt his teeth grip the base of her tail where it met her flanks, pulling the hair out by the roots and she snarled in pain. It wasn't as bad as it could have been but she hated letting the prey get points on her. She was pretty competitive when she wanted to be and fighting was something she enjoyed, even if most would say she's not exacly built for it. Coyotes are pack animals and really she should have at least 6 coyotes to try to take this beast out but she was at least making him rethink his strategy. That was a win in itself.

She flicked an ear back at his voice and smirked, despite herself.

"YOU'RE NOT SO BAD EITHER...FOR A GOAT."

Spinning back once she was clear, she found herself favoring her back end on the right side where he'd hit her and she clenched her jaw, determined to keep going. She ran toward his front end but parallel, looking at first like she might race right past him. Instead she lunged in when she reached his front leg, aiming to grab the leg right below the knee where the muscles are few and the tendons stick out like sore thumbs. She wanted to latch down right in between all those bones and ligaments and then jerk her head, all while racing by cause she wasn't about to slow down and leave herself as a target for his hooves again.

She would jump toward his back end neck, hoping he'd be distracted by her first attack to go lower and aim to bite at his back leg right above the hock where the skin is thin and tender and the muscle backs off. She aims to grab the tendon that runs right there and jerk back on it while never putting herself behind the back end. She didn't want to be in kicking zone and she knew that to be right next to the back leg was actually the safest place to be cause it meant a lot of twisting and effort on his part. She aimed to grab for this second place before diving off away from him to get clear of retaliation. Her right hip was throbbing and her tail was still tucked under her, aching like crazy. Her adrenaline was still holding on but for how much longer?

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