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.

you're my water you're my wine; chizue


Posted on March 22, 2017 by malek ackerman
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Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



As his gray eyes open, Malek drags a hand across his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he lays there for a while, enjoying the silence in that dark bedroom. Yesterday was interesting, to say the least. He had been hunted by a fellow vampire and it was altogether confusing, though he did rather enjoy toying with Arlo. A chuckle emits from his throat at the recent memory as he pulls himself from the bed, shaking the slumber from his limbs as he moves towards the bathroom, cranking the shower on as hot as he can stand. Slipping under the endless stream, he hums his appreciation as he lathers his body quickly so he can simply enjoy the heat emitting from the water.

He finishes only when the water begins to run cold, stepping from the shower he wraps a towel around his waist, the water streaming from his hair in rivulets. Giving a small shake to his head, as if he were a dog, he quickly grabs another towel to dry his hair as best as he can, but it's still damp even when he is dressed and on his way out of his home.

Clad in jeans that are slung low over his hips and a loose fitting black button, he shoves his hands in his pockets, strolling down the sidewalk as the cool air nips at his still drying, unbound hair. An easy smile is stretched across his lips as he makes his way through the now familiar neighborhood reaching his favorite bar. Pushing through the doors, he's delighted to see that it's a fairly busy evening, perhaps he will have another exciting evening.

With hopeful eyes, he raises a casual hand to wave at the bartender, who in turn, gives him a nod and has a drink ready for him as he slides into an empty barstool. Commenting his thanks, he swirls the amber liquid in his glass, taking a sip, his eyes brighten immediately giving a nod of appreciation.

Turning in his barstool, he leans his elbows along the bar, his drink held in such a casual way, the alcohol forgotten for the time being as his steely eyes roam over the rather exotic crowd tonight. Brows furrowed at the brightly clothed patrons, he looks over his shoulder, brow raised in confusion at the bartender, "What is all this?" he asks lazily.

"Some sort of rave," the man shrugs and goes back to polishing a glass. Again, his brows narrow slightly at the man, bartenders actually polished their glasses? In all his centuries, he had truly never seen anyone polish their glasses. Quirking a smile, he returns his gaze back to the crowd, an amused expression dancing across his features.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.

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