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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on February 02, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
There was a reason why she hardly dared to venture within the North. This place was not somewhere she felt accepted. It was obvious that she did not meet the same high caliber as the others that roamed through the expensive shops, the elegant restaurants, along the impeccable cleaned paved stone streets. Oh how she hated he obvious judgmental looks, she could feel their disapproving eyes seer her very flesh. Dark Hunters roamed the streets in large numbers, the werewolf anxiety increasing every time she turned the corner and saw a pack of them. Even though she was a predator species she did not wish to invoke a challenge with them. Looking down at the pavement as she walked by was a physical display that she was a submissive creature and that she was clearly not a target. Uncomfortable she placed her hands within the pockets of her hoodie, flinching as they walked past her, wishing she hadn't come here in the first place. However, she had to, to make a long-time business partner happy.
With Tetradore dead it was her job to ensure that the business runs afloat, pun intended...and not really. For some reason Jackal kept telling her not to transfer the power out of his name and to her and Tobias' name. It had been over 6 months and by now she knows for record purposes things to need to shift. So, she tried to maintain a good front about it. Keeping everything as it was, trying to make sure everything was running smoothly. The last thing she needed was someone from the federal government bearing down upon her, demanding to know where her Alpha was. So, she needed to keep some of their business friends happy. Which meant coming to this side of town to drop of a valuable package. She wished Tobias was at her side, but he was busy doing whatever it was Jackal needed of him. If he was here at least she wouldn't feel so nervous. Having him, meant that they would always be out of place, but there was safety in numbers, and in familiarity. She would plan on having him with her next time.
Turning around the corner she saw the familiar shape of the were-komodo dragon, his cold black eyes narrowing in on her. She would stand in front of him nodding her head, as she took out her hand and delivered the small package, unseen as it was up her sleeve, and it easily slid into his outreached palm. Wordlessly they both side-stepped in the opposite direction. He wasn't one that spoke and she wasn't one that wanted to stay any longer here than she had to. Heading back towards the West she heard a scream and turned around, to see Dark Hunters swarming in just where moments ago they had made the exchange. Panicked she grabbed the shadows around her and began to run down the dark alleyways, moving as quickly as she possibly could. Losing them around the bend she ran headlong, without looking, into Iórkæll. Her lithe frame bounced off his own massive physique. As she fell to the ground she looked up to see his intimidating form. Quickly she managed to get back up on her two feet.
When she had been running her baggy sleeves had rolled up her arms. Nervous, and embarrassed, she would quickly brush her sleeves down her arm, hiding the numerous jagged scars that roamed up and down her pale skin. One hand went up to pull some of her golden-brown curls around from her stormy blue-grey eyes. Three jagged scars were slashed across her pale face, and the light from the bar seemed to really shine on it. Her dial lowered slightly, but it would turn behind her as she heard the Dark Hunters shouting and yelling. She needed to get out of their eyesight. The bar seemed safe enough, there was a large crowd, and it was obvious there were many supernatural creatures in there. She could hide and be safe, but first she needed to deal with the man she accidentally crashed into. Softly she muttered, her sweet voice holding a somber tone.