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
Beachside Bar & Bistro
Hyde Park
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

Beachside Bar & Bistro

Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

Waitress Abigail Hughes
Hostess Malia Tate

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.

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.

BA in Plant Biology Abigail Hughes

ANASTASIA, some legends are told


Posted on May 20, 2018 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
South

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word


There was something distinctly wonderful about simply being home. Those lands quite near called to the man, the very scent of the air was somehow familiar to him, even after all these years. His eyelashes fluttered open, only for those blue-green eyes to stare upwards at the ivory ceiling above him. He could hear the sea crashing against the edge of the wharf, the sound all too easily threatened to lull the Hunter back to sleep. It was tempting, truly, especially considering how late they had arrived yesterday after that particularly long flight and yet, Alexander had promised to show his daughter that very city from which he hailed, or at least, the remnants of it. A soft breath of air left his lips as the Hunter untangled himself from those sheets, only to pause before the balcony door to push it open. It was already quickly beginning to warm, promising a bright sunny day. He listened to the sounds of that waking metropolis as he dressed, that city, for being so different from that dreary cobblestoned streets of Sacrosanct, was perhaps far busier, not that Alexander terribly minded. Rather, that Greek city had prompted a rare good mood within the man, evidenced by that equally as rare simper upon his features as he opened the door to his bedroom.

His bare feet padded across the wooden floor, those blue-green eyes glancing around the open space only to be met with little movement at all. Anastasia must still be sleeping, or at least, had not yet ventured from her bedroom, at the very least. He meandered towards the kitchen, the man pausing before the hot water kettle, filling it only to start that boiling process. For a moment he stood there, watching that water boil before a white cardboard box caught his eye from the periphery of his vision. His attention turned inquisitively towards that bakery box, reaching out to flip open the lid. Those pastries within prompted a grin upon his features - God how long had it been since he'd had a proper tiropita! He'd have to thank the staff for leaving that typical Greek breakfast treat. The man reached in to take one of those cheese pastries, all too content to nibble on that savory pastry as he busied himself with that French press, letting the aromatics of that coffee fill the room. It was, he was certain, the best sort of scent to wake up to and, hopefully, it would draw the young woman from her bedroom.

After all, though it was early enough in the morning, he had anticipated she wanted to see far more of that country then merely the remnants of that palace he had grown up within. The country, after all, was proud of their heritage and once Macedonian reign. The two countries were so often prone to their disputes should either claim the Dark Hunter too much for themselves. It seemed silly, truly, and more than once the King himself had been forced to step in, even if it was outside of the public's knowledge. At least, today, he had some level of anonymity - those tourists would be largely ignorant that Alexander himself walked with them through those historical sites, even if it pained him to see what was left of his empire.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

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