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.

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Posted on July 05, 2017 by Rixon Leifsson
South
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It was a quiet night. An empty night, save for the sounds of those insects whose songs fractured the darkness, the stallion merely allowing one pale ear to turn atop his head towards those sounds as he passed. That flare off his nostrils released that huff of breath like smoke into the air around him, Frost momentarily almost amused with watching it twist into the night sky and yet such idle curiosities hardly captured his attention for long. It was rare he allowed himself to find solace in his equine form at all, the man loathing to give in to those animalistic urges and yet even he was willing to submit to that need to escape the city and allow his limbs to stretch in their entirety- unhindered by buildings and fences and a throng of beings whom hardly took any pleasure in a 'loose horse' wandering those streets. His pace tonight however, was easy, heavily feathered hooves striking at the ground like the beat of a drum as he all but strolled through that parkland and forest. There was a simple pleasure to be had from feeling the pull and rise of those equine muscles with each stride, this form far more powerful than his slender human figure, the ground itself near seeming to shake beneath the sheer weight and size off his equine body. The effort of galloping seeming to grand for him this evening, his white tail lashing up at his equally pale form every now and then. He would have to cut it soon, it had grown to thick, to long, those tips near dragging along the ground. Idle thoughts. The type he preferred this evening and yet those far more demanding ones so had a habit of finding their way back.

Malia, in the least, had proved a good addition to his pack. The girl was sensible for the most part, uncivilised perhaps, at least by societies understanding and yet that manner in which she relied so readily on her instincts held its own value. He understood that part of her and for that reason, perhaps, the man found intrigue enough to retain her. Claire remained as she always had, dutiful in her efforts to appease each of them, her calm nature a welcomed presence amongst the veritable heat off his other subordinates. Nadya perhaps to most inclined to share her opinion and yet he knew well how that Alpha blood might burn within another, how much it demanded she rise above and too how unwilling it made her to yield in any sense. How unfortunate it was the Nightshade pack had wasted a woman with such potential, that band of misfits far more content to follow the ever reluctant Tetradore. The man about as fit to lead as his Beta and yet Frost was assured his point on that had already been proven. The memories of that battle long assured to stir within his thoughts. The blood on his walls hardly forgotten nor the manner in which Tetradore's supposed ghost had failed to rest near so peacefully as most. Tetradore had proven a truly worthy opponent in the end. It would almost be respectable, almost, if Frost truly cared to respect it.

Perhaps he should cease to be surprised any longer by those who sought to oppose him. They did as all before them did. They saw a horse, a creature born to flee, those predators all holding that same mentality that surely he posed no threat, that he could surely not be an leader of any true merit. The pony with the long hair and yet how he so delighted in proving them wrong. In so displaying the very difference between a mere child's pony and a war horse. How he loathed those Hunters whom had made him what he was and yet how he seemed to relish those fights all at the same time. He had once so desperately desired to be something other then what they were determined to make him and yet....had he not become just that? Perhaps it hardly mattered any longer. Frost hardly finding he cared to consider some fickle emotion of the past. Emotion achieved nothing in the end, allowing himself to feel something for Nadya the only leniency he was willing to allow himself. His mind turned then from his girlfriend and pack and towards those more pressing orders of business.

How fortunate it was he hardly had pockets within this form, his phone left abandoned where he had shifted, removing Negan's ability to continue to phone him. The wretch of a man was nothing short of a thorn in his side with his insistence, Frost having taken on that job if only because the man's money was good and hardly through any sense of comradery with an ally from the past. He was hardly inclined to friendships in any real sense after all. People were made to be used, Negan had all but passed his expiry date to the stallion and yet he saw little need to reject something of a business arrangement when such sums of money were involved. Besides- how hard could it be to find one stupid runaway? His powers were expansive enough to facilitate that, his pack could easily be put on the scent themselves if need be and yet too some manner of curiosity lingered within him. Why was one little girl so truly important? Negan hardly seemed to the type to love nor treasure anyone within his band, even Frost held more loyalty to his own pack then that rat of a man ever had. Perhaps it was simply a matter of pride. That seemed far more realistic for a man of that ilk. None had ever abandoned him before if only through fear and yet this one had. Either the girl had balls or she was a fool, Frost hardly caring which. His amusement in Negan's displeasure and the man's money all he truly cared for in this. If the girl was truly a loose end then- as he had told that other Alpha- he would be better off silencing her permanently. Loose ends had a way of tripping you up. Frost himself having learned long ago to slice them off.

That howl that split the night air momentarily saw the stallion pause. Was Raven out tonight? How...amusing that might prove. Still, he made little move to head towards that sound. Frost holding little interest in a toy he had already broken, the stallion intending on simply passing through the top off that clearing and towards the river upon the other side. It was that simple change in scent so carried by the wind as he neared that truly captured his attention. This wolf was not Raven. Surely.....surely it could not be the very one Negan hunted for? Some things were simply too easy. The stallion striding out of that undergrowth with little care for silence to step into that field, his pale pelt aglow in a manner almost ethereal beneath that moon, that long white forelock shielding those violet eyes as he wandered forward to the wolfess upon the rock whom spun to face him with an almost violent turn. How curious.

There are no other wolves out here, Dökk einn, who do you think will answer? Seems to me as if you are alone.

His words retained that cold touch, smooth as they were, easy as they sounded, those accented tones more strongly touched at that single utterance in his own native tongue before shifting to the language more here seemed to understand. His violet gaze, obscured from view, lingered on her all the same as his own favoured affinity reached silently out, those fingers of ice so unseen grasping softly at her to ever so slowly inject that cold into her veins. It only need reach her brain, after all, a sudden plummet in temperature there and a swift unconsciousness was sure to follow and yet he hardly hurried it allowing. The stallion simply intrigued in the creature- for now.


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