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

smoke 'em if you got 'em [Frost]


Posted on November 19, 2018 by Marcelo Rumeir
South




Eternity is getting the better of him, he thinks. His bitterness is surprising, how little he cares, though not entirely if you knew his story. Marcelo is exhausted, so long running from his wanderlust inherited from his father, running in circles so he always ends up back in the same place. Marcelo has lost track of time through the half of a millennium he has lived through, but he can still remember those words that had blown a gaping, ragged, bleeding, hole straight through his chest. But still, he had eternity while others had so little. He should complain, and yet at this time every year he felt the weight of his immortality more than any other time, but this too would pass.

Everything always did.

The sun is setting. The brandished gold haired boy can see the sky darkening from the window of his hotel room. Umber gaze sweeps over the emptying of the streets in that stagnant lull between the time when all the day goers maneuver about their business and the night crawlers will make their appearance only when the sun dips entirely below its endless horizon. He runs a hand through brandished gold locks before allowing the curtain to swing close, blocking what little light had been coming in. The brandished gold stranger was preparing to hunt down another pack, though this one, while there was rumors of them, they seemed to be a bit more elusive in finding a way to meet them. But he had heard that Frost hung out down by the stables, so the dirty blond would have to check out for himself. And so messy tawny hair and all, Marcelo slips into a simple grey t shirt and black skinny jeans as bare feet slide into white vans. He wouldn't need a jacket, the were with locks of golden brown had the advantage of his species when it came to regulating body temperature. Dark gaze turns towards the door as he runs a hand through bronzed hair to purposefully messy them, a habit he doesn't even seem to think about anymore.

A wry smirk sets over his face as he watches everyone moving about their day, or evening rather. It feels different tonight. The air is colder and crisp, it bites instead of caresses. Dark eyes blink against the wind and he feels the cool air against his teeth sending a chill through his entire body. But it would seem that he cannot let that easy grin slide from his face, even despite the frostbite to his teeth. Those deep brown eyes hold a joke he doesn't tell anyone within them. How funny it would seem to be the weather would take such a turn, it only seemed fitting then that the umber eyed were would be visiting the wereHorse named Frost on a cold autumn night such as this.

As he moves through the street, he side steps passerbys who seemed far too busy to notice the jackal with that bright boyish smile. The boy with brandished gold hair though of course manages to catch the eyes of a girl or too, one who reluctantly seemed to be following her family either to or from dinner, and another that was waiting outside a club, probably with her fake ID in hand. And normally, Marcelo would be the first to join her this evening, bargaining his way in to party and drink till he couldn't remember his own name, but his plans were entirely booked for the evening, for the jackal did not assume it would be just a simple chat with Frost. But Marcelo thought that it was time to join a pack, and the dirty blonde wanted to know all of his options.

More and more trees appear before his dark eyes as he gradually moves into the southern area of town and the jackal within him is enjoying the nature, no matter how much that other half of him longs for the heat of the Savannah. With a smirk he turns in the direction of the stables, and finally the crowd begins to thin out. He smiles because Marcelo knows what he was about to do.

You didn't expect him to meet the Horse as a human now did you?

He shifts into that jackal form, the ghost of a smirk still resting on his now canine face as dark eyes turn golden. Moonshine drifts over the treetops in spider webs of light ethereal and tangible at the same time, as those amber eyes shine in the night. He halts his running only when he has reached the stables. Amber eyes peer around before he calls out for the Horse. "Frost, are you here?" Well, there was really only one way to find out. Black nose reacts towards the sky, twitching in an attempt to catch the scent of equine, ready to meet the infamous pack leader. Come and meet the thieving jackal, Frost.
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge

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