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

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Posted on April 16, 2017 by Mira Ramos
South


This man was as mysterious as the creature he shifted into, a giant jungle cat with piercing and vibrant emerald eyes. His eyes looked just as piercing as his cat form. Since she had been turned, her eyes have grown more vivid. As if taking on a glow like two blazing golden suns placed right in her sockets. As though looking at them too long could physically burn. Eyes that could pierce the soul.

She nods curtly at his gruff response, noting how grumpy this cat truly was. She could just imagine that big black cat's tail flicking back and forth. There was no better animal for this man to embody. He seemed like a contradiction, his actions were kind, his words held a callous edge to them. Fine by her, he didn't really make her skin crawl or completely put her off. He was grumpy entwined with a certain brand of kindness that didn't quite make sense to her.

Mira thinks carefully, cautious from the pain that drove her to escape her old life. She wasn't sure if she could trust him just yet, even though his actions have never betrayed her in any form. There was a moment enabling her to think within the scalding shower, as she washed off the pain, blood and dirt from her flesh. She allows her mind to drift to that moment in the woods and weigh out her options, play back every moment. Most were not given such a luxury. Perhaps she would hold her reservations until after dinner?

The she-wolf had entirely no idea the man was picking her up clothes and their dinner at a nearby shop, she did hear the odd quietude on the other side of the door, despite the old fan that clattered to suck the humidity out. It didn't sound like someone was cooking. It was unimportant, except for the revealing answers she would soon receive. Soon.

Soon she would have all she need. But in the mean time she was offered a gift, she still had life coursing through her. She had lived to see another day and as long as she possessed breath she was ahead in this rat race call life.

She ran her fingers through her tangled, towel dried hair, trying to detangle pieces that were as stubborn as she. A stray hand wiped the haze on the mirror so that she could see herself through the billowing mist, staring at her own weary face that looked blankly back at her. That weary face that was sick of running, sick of a life she was not in charge of. It was like being stuck in a pit of wet, slick mud. The walls thick with that metaphorical sludgy muck, that no matter how hard you tried she could not climb out and with every ounce of her being. Somehow, she managed to do so, winding up here in this very house with a cat that has done nothing but offering a helping hand and a promise to the knowledge she so craves.

After tending to the nasty wound and cleaning herself up she exits the small bathroom. The delicious smells assaults her. The biting pangs of hunger felt more prominent than before, her stomach even rumbled at her in anger at her neglect. The take out packages were already put away and he was hovering over the stove heating the potatoes that smelt of butter and garlic. He brought over their plates, placing hers in front of her. She peers down at her plate, the hefty piece of meat was as bloody as she preferred and steam formed above the piping hot potatoes. Mmm. Her mouth watered even as she questions him. "Everyone calls you Tetradore? Is that Spanish?" She questions, cutting a piece of stake, popping in into her mouth while resisting the urge of just digging in like the wild carnivore she was. Cutlery be damned! Now that would be just rude and she had more self-control than that. "You don't look like a Tetradore." She pokes her fork in the air at his direction slightly as she spoke softly, honestly admitting in her silent and careful contemplation. Maybe he looked more like his real name.

The pack very rarely used names when addressing one another, so even saying the word felt odd and foreign upon her tongue. "My name is Mira, just Mira." No fancy nicknames or the likes, she preferred it that way. She dug in for a second bite, her teeth biting into that tender, juicy meat as though it was her first meal in decades. "This is good.. Really good." She admits whilst holding back from inhaling the whole thing in just a few bites. She couldn't quite place that spice that seasoned the meat.

Leaning forward she digs in deeper, she was never one to quite dance around an issue and more the type to get down into the meat of it (pun intended)."Why don't you tell me who you are, Tetradore? You don't have to bare your soul completely to me, but I want to know who you are so I can understand this Frost when you describe him and why you hate him so much." She peers up, lifting her golden gaze to peer at him. It would give her a moment to stuff her face without looking entirely savage, but the wolfish urge to simply devour was there.

Mira Ramos


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