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.

Owner Adelaide Labelle

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

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Posted on November 15, 2018 by Marcelo Rumeir
South




For being a jackal, Marcelo is just so very foxlikeâ€" foxlike in his guile, foxlike in his charm, his secretive smile, the uncanny gleam in his eyes that speaks of treasures just further than any mortal hand can reach. The very way he holds himself whether in were form or human. There is an ageless, devilishly intelligent expression that lends himself to an appearance of immortality, ever-lasting. There is a certain appearance of being unattainable, one of the many reasons that girls had been attracted to the jackal. Unfortunately, Marcelo had not always been reciprocating in the terms of relationships. He had made girls cry before, in fact he had been pretty good at it. And he would stand there grinning like a fool, mocha eyes trying to hold sympathy but failing, because he knew in the long run, it was always for the best, and to save his own skin, he always needed to make sure those mortal didn't come looking for him. For fear that they would recognize his dark eyes and realize, years later, that he hadn't aged a day.

Had he been in human form, no doubt Marcelo would have smiled at her, and the way she turns from the gore, the blood, the death of his kill. Females always were so fond of his brutality. Marcelo does not love to be hated, he just is. And then he finds his eyes of golden hue meeting her own and he wonders briefly if she can tell beneath that amber gaze of his, if she knew he were human. After all, Marcelo typically knew when he encountered another were, so why shouldn't a fae be able to detect when it encountered another species. Golden and silvered gazes continue to meet one another and Marcelo wonders if she will ever look away from his. His ear twitches slightly in response to the sounds of the woods, but the other remains trained upon the woman.

But then those amber hued eyes widen just a bit as she responds back to him and talks about the creature having cried out for help. What was going on here? He reaches his nose forward and it twitches slightly as he once again smells the air, gathering in her scent. Perhaps he had been wrong, maybe she was a were. But that odor that returns is distinctly fae. Golden amber eyes hold that humor to them once more. "Shame you weren't faster," he taunts playfully, before bringing up the fact that she could understand him in his were form. "How can you understand me? You are a fae," he says, entirely sure of her species now at this point.

Nice smile, well he certainly knew that already, and this time as he shows his teeth into a smile of sorts, he does not accompany it with any sort of growl rumbling from his throat, his eyes flash a devilish glow within those gold tinged eyes. Apparently Marcelo could attempt to flirty even within his jackal form. When she pulls out that carrot he cannot resist, those tones rise out again to reach the woman. "Only if you coax me," that smooth voice rolls out towards her, anxious for the surprise his shift would surely bring. She really thought him to be some actual sort of commonplace animal.

When the dirty blonde man stands before her rather than the jackal, with the barest hint of a smirk on his face, those stunning amber gold eyes remaining just for a moment before turning back into that dark shade of dark chocolate brown. Those dark eyes hinting at an impish humor within them. "Dont be sorry," the dirty blonde man drawls with a roguish grin on his face. He moves closer to the woman, still wearing a cheshire grin. "I think I look sexier in this form, don't you?" The jackal asks taking another step towards her and plucking the carrot from her hand. And that is when he sees the color rush to her cheeks in a blush of pink. She takes a step back and he doesn't follow, Marcelo may be quite forward, but he wasn't about to force himself onto a woman. Instead he simply runs a hand through those dark, sandy colored locks. "I also couldn't take you to dinner in that form. Restaurants and their silly rules about animals," he says with a wink of one of those dark brown eyes of his.

As he munches on the carrot, those dark eyes watching the girl with a mischievous glint within them, a smile grows onto his face as he notices the flush of color within her cheeks. Aw, how cute. He grins as she begins to talk, and perhaps it is just the animal that still lingers within him, but he finds he quite likes the sound of her voice. "Oh well, I like Iliana much better," the boy with hair like brandished gold says to the girl. "You know vegetables dont hurt my...tummy, right?" He asks, deciding to use her language. The bronzed hair boy still continues to smirk as he looks at her. "I'm a predator, babe." And then she asks a question, that is certainly not the first time it has been asked towards the boy with hair of bronze. What was he? Dark eyes look to her curiously. How had she lifted in Sacrosanct and not met a were? The place seemed to be crawling with them. A frown mars his face for only a moment, his pride almost hurt that she didn't know he was a were, but that smirk of his quickly returns to that youthful face of his. "Well, that depends. I am half human, half jackal," he says with that dark gaze trained on the woman.

At her next statement Marcelo casts those chocolate hued eyes down at his bare chest and simple boxer shorts. "Well, I guess I am down to the bare minimum aren't I?" He says with a grin. The dark eyed boy's were curse had the benefit of keeping him warm even when the temperatures were cold. He resists the urge to chuckle before he says his next statement. "This much skin make you uncomfortable? It is a bit of a lighter coat than my previous one, don't you think?"
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge

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