South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

Ascension Center of Equitation

The Ascension Center of Equitation is the epicenter of the Dark Hunter Cavalry Unit. Originally a high-class facility for show-jumping, Ascension now caters entirely to the Cavalry Unit. Here the Dark Hunters learn how to ride and fight upon the backs of horses - many of which are Were's themselves.
Home of: The Cavalry

Hyde Park

Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday-related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium

The Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium (PDZA) is an award-winning combined zoo and aquarium located within the Southern Part of Sacrosanct. Situated on 92 acres in Sacrosanct's Hyde Park, the zoo and aquarium are home to over 9,000 specimens representing 367 animal species. Point Defiance is also widely known for its conversation efforts regarding the breed and release program of Red Wolves.

The Outskirts

Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often seen as a way to guard this magical city against the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

The University of Sacrosanct

The University of Sacrosanct offers some of the top programs in the nation with its outstanding campus and specialized faculty. The University places a high focus both upon educating future generations but also on research to help revolutionize the world. The University welcomes the talent of students across the world to enroll and unlock their unlimited potential. With applications from across the nation, classes fill up quickly.

PhD in Plant Biology Abigail Hughes

sealed with lies through so many tears


Posted on June 10, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
South

isolt griffin
Drawn from the blackened abyss of her sorrows are the memories that percolate through the fissures, for so absolute are her dread, her shock, and her denial that they have peeled away all else. They have plucked every last petal from her body and her mind. They have left only this raw, naked, and pitiful desperation that has her reaching with such wanton and reckless abandon towards anything from which she might have gleaned even the smallest modicum of hope. It is a farce, some suppressed and strangled portion of her soul knowing this, and yet she reaches nonetheless. A quest made in such desperation that for a moment her eyes flutter to a close, heavy lids shielding Isolt from the reality she denies with such vehemence. She thinks of Harley then, her dearest and most treasured childhood friend, and how she desires nothing more fiercely than to return to their home. To return to their home and the eclectic comforting aura of the woman who had always seemed to possess the answers, who had always been the definition of bravery and fiery gusto where Isolt had so often fallen shy.

The foreboding pinch of fangs into the tenderness of her bottom lip, however, acts as freshly-whetted blade to every gossamer thread of her haphazardly crafted illusion. She knows it then, knows that she cannot return home to the one person she wishes so resolutely to see... because it would ruin them. So very far beyond sobering is this singular notion that it heralds with it a fresh wave of bloody tears to stain the unearthly pallor of the redhead's cheeks. The sight of her is an awful fright: her normally luscious crimson curls damp and clinging to her cheeks in gnarled coils, ribbons of blood dragging cruel lines down her once angelic face, her garments saturated entirely and clinging to her lithe and trembling frame. But vanity has never lingered within the repertoire of Isolt's personality quirks... and so even now it does not rear its hideous head.

Had she been of sound mind Isolt might have marveled at the fact that, even amidst the celestial symphony overhead, the soft whimper comes to her ears in striking clarity... as does a wafting aroma that is, in the minutest way, offhandedly comforting. Terror has spoiled her mind, and thusly a sparse few moments transpire in which she simply eyes the lingering canine with fear and suspicion, unable to place her within the shattered realm of her memory. The peculiar markings that swivel and coil upon the darkened coat of the creature see the pieces click, albeit shakily, into their proper place; the furrow of her brow only deepens, anguish bleeding from crystalline blue eyes. "I... I...," she stammers, for though some small portion of her wishes to respond, an even greater, far more dominant part recoils at the mere thought of having to voice it aloud and the syllables jumble beyond the fibrous knot that has gathered within her throat. The sinister tips of her fangs flash beyond the parted cushions of her lips as she attempts yet again to speak, and it seems that she has so very few words to offer. "Raven... I'm so scared..."


Replies