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.

they say i'm a god raven, open


Posted on January 29, 2017 by Iórkæll dværg
North
we stopped checking for monsters under our beds,

when we realized they were inside of us all along.



How quiet the world seems, as if waiting patiently to witness a show of grand proportions. It doesn't have to wait long this night. A rumble breaks through the silence, subtle at first until rising into a low, powerful growl. He is brooding, as usual. It is from within the shadows that a massive paw exposes itself to the moonlight, talons gleaming. The shadows snicker in delight at his return, bouncing from their homes and clinging to his mud colored pelt, making him appear almost black and invisible save for those piercing crystals that blow his cover.

Voices reach his perked ears that are practically hidden behind his gloriously thick mane. These are not the only voices the king hears this eve. They linger within his thoughts, threatening to flood his consciousness once again and cause an episode of unleashed anguish and fury. For now the voices lay dormant, small whispers of disapproval desperate for bloodshed but sedated from his most recent of kills. For now, the demons that lurk inside are under control.

For now.

He has another thirst that needs tending to. A groan slides from his powerful jaws as body begins to twist in the shadows. Bones creak with the shift, tendons groaning with effort as muscles seem to whine. It is not age that plagues the male, it is wear and tear. Scars litter his muscled flesh as steam rises from him. His body has seen years and years of battle, and it seems each and every time the viking only becomes more crazed than the last, leaving him almost desperate for death and fearless of his enemies.

You want to torture the blood king?
Keep him alive.

He moves to the side where he originally left his clothing and axe, covered by dried leaves and debris. Once clothed, those shoulders roll but he remains outside the voo doo room for now. A drink sounds nice but the voices within have already begun to annoy him. Deal with the voices in the bar to drown out the ones in his mind or deal with the ones in his mind and simply go home to sleep.

Decisions, decisions.

Iórkæll dværg


WereLion -- Male -- Single -- Played By SuniiDii



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