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

THE POSSE; alarms will ring for eternity


Posted on December 08, 2017 by isolt griffin
South

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


This day was nothing as she had dreamt that it would be in those quiet moments of contemplation that, now, seemed a luxury all but banished to the mortal life that lay behind her. Her mother was not here to soothe the anxious butterflies that fluttered about rampantly within her, her father not here to guide her down the aisle towards the man that she had chosen. Aaron was absent, as was Adrien, and nearly all of the individuals she had ever known in the life that had passed so swiftly from the grasping tips of her fingers. She thinks of them, each of them in turn, her silent recollections accented only by the anticipatory bustling of her guests as they settle into their places amidst the beautiful garden she had chosen for her venue and the nearly-hypnotic flapping of the fabric of the tent about her as it danced in the cool night breeze. None of them were here to share in the gaiety of this moment... save for Harley. She was out there somewhere, presumably avoiding conversation with any of their other guests, but she was here. Fate had granted her this single mercy and had returned her oldest and dearest friend to her and she was here for this.

A smile crests upon her porcelain features at the thought, a single hand sliding absentmindedly along the fabric of the gown she wears. It is far from the grandest dress a bride had ever doned, simple in comparison and yet it is no less beautiful as it hangs so gracefully from the slope of every feminine curve. As if guided by instinct, Isolt's fingers rise to skate against the necklace that her mother had given her so very many years ago, the occasion that had warranted the gift long since forfeited to the corrosive hand of time. A gift...

The auburn-haired vampire spins abruptly, making short work of the distance that separates her from the admittedly over-loaded lounge in the corner of the tent that acted as her bridal suite, rummaging through the various odds and ends that had been brought along for the evening in order to extract the velvet box from its place within her bag. She had very nearily missed the opportunity to bestow Yumi with the gift that she had chosen specially for her, for surely Tetradore would be along at any moment to gather the flame-crowned woman for the start of the ceremony. Isolt sneaks carefully to the tent that sits beside her own, calling out to her companion as her fingers glasp at the supple fabric of the tent's would-be door. "Yumi, I almost forgot to-," she gives pause then, the words she intends dying upon her tongue, never to be uttered. Everything in Yumi's suite was, surely, as it should have been... almost. The oval mirror that set atop the woman's vanity was askew, the dainty wooden chair cast aside haphazardly. "Yumi?" Isolt's summons is marked by its quietude, the paces of her feet tentative at best as she draws nearer to the disheveled table.

She does not feel the needle as it plunges into the flesh and sinew of her back, and hardly does she register the heavily muscled arms as they coil as twin constrictors about her slender waist. These are sensations that are simply lost, robbed from her senses by a greater, far more agonizing sensation as the mesh of the silver muzzle is pulled taut over Isolt's mouth. The near-instantaneous stench of boiling flesh and the tell-tale sizzle of organic corrosion would have stolen her breath had she any to give. Unable to scream, naught but a muffled groan from deep within her gullet sounds. Driven by the primal yearning to battle her assailants do Isolt's arms lift to clasp at the individuals at her back and yet... she discovers in a moment of horrifying realization that she can hardly bring herself to lift them. Every part of her, every appendage, grows heavy as if filled to the seams with sand, even her eyelids threaten to forgo wakefulness at any moment. In this moment her body seems only capable of the painfully slow and erratic movment of her leg as it is flung against the reflective glass of the mirror. Her efforts, so very little though they might have been, are rewarded with the crackling of glass. A splendid spider's web of fissures mars the once-prestine surface, stray shards finding their place within the flesh of Isolt's bare feet.

It is the last thing she feels, the last thing she sees, before the world around her is swallowed by darkness.

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