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 December 25, 2018 by serafina dubois
South


Any inquiry upon her lips had all but died as Azrael's hands were tossed upwards in a wholly over dramatic fashion. Although that gun within her hands was hardly real in any sense, Serafina seemed to alternate between treating it as if it were and forgetting such lessons altogether, her grip both capable of being far too tight and equally as too loose in mere moments. The man's insistence that she had just near blown his head off, however, prompted a roll of Serafina's eyes. That gun, after all, was just plastic. Her each syllable was accentuated quite clearly, the woman incredulousness all but clear in spite of the blatant disregard she seemed to regard those lessons Azrael had tried to impress upon her for the greater part of an hour. She had truly learned something, even if she made no effort to showcase the understanding he had impressed upon her. The witch regarded the distinctly unimpressed man with her lips pressed together ever so slightly. "I dunno, you look pretty alive to me." The girl uttered, with a hand placed upon her hip, hardly letting that soft mutter go unanswered. She pivoted upon her toes, turning back towards the tree with the large 'x' etched into its trunk.

As it was, Serafina hardly protested to the sensation of Azrael's arms embracing her petite frame, even if it was largely due to the man's certainty that she was incapable of shooting at the target without his assistance. She was well aware of the hard planes of his chest against her back, each breath he took pressing against his figure. It was tempting, even for her, to turn her attention to far more intimate affairs than the foam gun within her hand, especially as his fingers only further enclosed upon her own. She hardly fought against him as Azrael sought to reposition her, his instructions uttered in her ear in a way that was perhaps equally as appealing, despite the way her eyes rolled at him all over again. She listened, however, inhaling and exhaling slowly as she turned her focus entirely upon the tree and the very edge of her Nerf gun. That suggestion of buying dinner, however, seemed enough to earn the woman's focus. Rarely did Serafina engage in any activity against her will simply for the sake of doing it. Oh no, that challenge provided her with a goal, a reason to prove herself capable, even if Azrael often bought the pair dinner to begin with. Nevertheless, her shot fired not but several moments later, colliding right in the center of the mark upon the tree, exactly as it should.

Her figure was already lining up for that second shot when the press of Azrael's lips against the slope of her neck served to wholly distract her. She tried to focus upon the tree in front of her and yet, she found herself rushing all the same if only to have that challenge over so she might better direct her attention to her boyfriend - and his lips. It was, perhaps, not as surprising that her second shot arched wide, missing the tree entirely. A huff left her lips at Azrael's insistence that she was supposed to shoot correctly without those very sorts of distractions interrupting her and yet, Serafina could hardly fathom a situation in which she might be placed in such a position in the first place! Serafina scoffed at the suggestion that she might one day need to be able to protect herself against incubuses. "Firstly, if an incubus is kissing my neck, I don't think you want me shooting it. Secondly, I couldn't even aim at someone kissing my neck, thirdly, I am pretty sure that's a good way to go deaf." It was hardly all of the arguments that Serafina was capable of coming up against - those three merely the most immediately that had come to mind and yet, that vague hint of a simper to his features seemed to suggest that, perhaps, Azrael had already considered all of this. A soft gasp left her lips at the very realization of what he had done. "Azrael! You cheated!" She exclaimed, even if Serafina wasn't entirely sure if this counted quite as cheating...

Serafina was all too ready to give up that Nerf gun, even if she was slightly less thrilled to have that gun replaced by a foam sword. Really, it looked more like a pool noodle then any sort of training...fighting....technique. She caught the foam sword easily enough despite appearing less than enthusiastic about those new lessons to come. Her stormy gaze lingered upon her boyfriend as Azrael moved aside several other pieces of equipment, quite clearly making some effort to clear some space for the spar that Serafina was quite nearly dreading. The last thing that the young witch had anticipated, however, was for Azrael to offer some sort of idea of a vacation. A vacation. Her. Traveling outside of the city. It seemed quite far fetched if only because Serafina had never left the metropolis once in her entire life. She could hardly help the skeptical look upon her features though it was hardly Azrael's fault all the same. Tentatively, her soprano lyrics questioned after that idea, as Azrael provided her a small nod, moving to position himself on the opposite side of the now clear circle. She was already contemplating all that would have to be done in order to bring such a holiday about and yet, it was the sudden suggestion of shopping that seemed to truly catch her interest. She was, after all, quite the material girl.

Slowly, Serafina took up some...stance of her own as she inquired just where Azrael wished to go. Her eyebrow rose as Azrael questioned where she hadn't been. Really, she had avoided most of those more personal details of her life, excluding the simple fact that she had been orphaned at a young age. Azrael knew truly little of just how young Serafina had been, or how many years she'd spent upon the streets of the city. Thankfully, Azrael hardly seemed to linger on that question long as he continued at all those options open to them, the idea of a different country altogether, however, caused her mouth to part ever so slightly in an almost rare glimpse of...wonderment of sorts. Maybe, one day, he might take her to all those fanciful places, to France and Italy and Spain. How she'd once dreamed of such places - even though she'd thought them so far out of her reach and here Azrael was offering them as if they were little more then a trip down the street. "Dubai sounds nice," Serafina answered, even if she had little idea of just what the city consisted of. She had heard of it's near inexhaustible wealth and yet, admittedly, Serafina was not up to date enough on her geography to even place it on a map.

Such thoughts, however, were interrupted as Azrael lifted up his own foam sword, those instructions followed even if it was slightly distractedly so. Her hands shifted on the 'hilt' of the sword, even if the idea of putting her shoulder into it sounded...peculiar. Her head shifted ever so slightly at his inquiry, "No, I don't." She answered, her stormy eyes falling on the man before she shrugged ever so slightly. There was no better time to attack him than the present, right? Her first swing was, perhaps, not the best of attacks, the man quite effortlessly shifting out of that direct path of 'danger', if it could be called that. Azrael's own noodle, as Serafina had begun to think of them, flopped against her own, easily paring those attacks away. She was almost pleased to have at least two of her efforts get past the man's guard, at least until he quite abruptly shifted on to the assault. Her nose wrinkled as that foam sword swung against her chest, and yet, that threat only further saw her eyebrow raise ever so slightly. "Is that supposed to be a punishment?" She inquired, after all that outfit near guaranteed Azrael would stay in her bed, even to the point where he might ignore any phone calls from work. Suddenly, losing didn't sound so bad after all.

serafina dubois


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