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

something wicked this way comes


Posted on January 13, 2019 by serafina dubois
South


How Serafina had once yearned to see all that the world had to offer her! How she had once dreamed of merely slipping into the night to find riches and fame and fortune on the coast of some foreign country. It had been an idle daydream she had retreated to when her mentor had first snatched her off the streets and yet, over time, she had simply forgotten of those naive wishes. After all, as far as Serafina had thought, she was doomed to this country and this city, living beneath her warlock mentor's thumb. How things had changed since then! If only Azrael knew just what his offer meant to her, even as she struggled to choose a place amongst the plethora of names he listed off with such distinct ease. There was no denying those European countries had held an undeniable allure to her and yet, Azrael was all too quick to write them off with the promise of shopping. Her interest was immediately piqued, even though she could scarcely imagine the fashion overseas, there was no denying that she found herself suddenly far more invested in this vacation that Azrael had so unexpectedly offered her. That foam sword he handed her suddenly vastly less intriguing in the wake of those vacation considerations.

It was only with Azrael's instructions that the young woman attempted some vague sort of stance, her attention deviated only further at her boyfriend's inquiry of a passport. He hardly seemed surprised, however, at her admittance that she lacked such a government document and yet, it was that inquiry of when they intended to go that seemed to provoke some sort of a scowl upon his features. Her shoulders lifted in a slight shrug, though the timing was perhaps not ideal, with the holidays tending to be particularly busy for the store, she could certainly go without the revenue for a few weeks, or perhaps leave the store to Brennan to see to in her absence. At the very least, she would need to visit him to see if he was willing to assist her in such an endeavor. It was that very contemplation that saw her inquire upon just how long they would be gone and yet, the almost lackadaisical fashion in which Azrael answered almost caught her off guard. The Dark Hunter was rigid in almost every facet of his life, from the way he liked his clothes folded to exactly which nights he chose not to warm her bed. The very ease at which he regarded that vacation and travel times left her almost staring at him blankly in visible surprise. "Oh....well...okay." She responded after several long moments, only for Azrael to near immediately inquire after the documentation he might require to see too that international paperwork traveling required.

Documentation was, she was certain, the very bane of her existence. Her own driver's license was hardly even valid, if only because her mentor had discovered purchasing a rather magnificent falsified card was easier then proving her identity - though, he had taken a certain level of entertainment in the fact that she quite literally didn't exist. It made her useful, though she'd never found out just what uses he had anticipated before his...tragic...death. She was hardly oblivious to that baffled look upon Azrael's features and yet, she was all too quick to cut him off, her foam sword striking out though she failed to catch him off guard in the slightest. Those very movements from the man were so strikingly well practiced as he parried her second attempt as if it was more than an annoyance then anything else. Really, Serafina had little hope of truly striking the man, though she had come to terms with such a realization far before they had begun their training efforts for the day. A glimpse of surprise crossed her features as the first of her strikes slipped past him and yet, she could hardly help that skeptical look upon her features all the same. It was, perhaps, her own dubiousness that prompted the girl to be rather caught unperturbed by the Hunter's sudden assault, even though she utterly failed to thwart them in any fashion as he stabbed at her chest.

That huff upon her lips seemed to prompt ready laughter in the man though his notion of a victory prize hardly seemed particularly dissatisfactory to even her. Quite on the contrary, she was more than willing to give into the man's desire for that particular little outfit, even in spite of just how far away it was from the normal wear of a 'witch'. The last thing that Serafina anticipated, however, was the sudden bop upon her head, the girl entirely caught off guard before her lips parted to answer in protest. Those follow up bops upon her head did little to prompt any true glimpse of swordsmanship from the woman, the girl far more inclined to flail ever so slightly at that piece of foam as Azrael so effortlessly teased her. Her own sword finally collided with his chest and yet, her attempts hardly helped her as his arms suddenly wrapped around her, lifting her with distinct ease before he declared her a crime statistic! Her! of all the things! Her own stormy gaze met his clearly antagonistic eyes before she suddenly shouted in a rather melodramatic fashion. At the very least, she took some pleasure in startling even him, though it garnered them the attention of the entire park in return. She hardly stopped, even at his insistence that she had quite near made him deaf.

She hadn't anticipated the way he swung her with such distinct ease, showcasing his otherworldly strength as he lifted her legs from the ground. Her hand rose to brush against his cheek as his lips so effortlessly found her own in a sweet, stolen kiss. Her eyebrows rose ever so slightly at those murmured words and yet, she could hardly deny the small simper that snuck upon her features as she softly commented in return, "Oh? I think I quite look forward to going home." Training, it seemed, was hardly Serafina's forte, the girl far more practiced at drawing other desires from the man as he lowered her back to the ground, only to pluck that foam sword from her fingers. "Thank goodness." She muttered with a yawn, her own arms reaching up as if to stretch her poor foam noodle wounded physique. She trailed after him, however, helping with any few bits of equipment he might need additional hands for as the pair moved back towards the car. The foam items were deposited easily within the trunk. She waited until Azrael opened the car door before she slid into the comfortable, plush leather of the Aston Martin. How fond she had grown of that luxurious vehicle!

Serafina was all but content to nestle into the vehicle, simply watching the world that passed them by as Azrael pulled the car away from the curb and purposefully directing it towards her eastern townhouse. The sound of her name upon his lips drew her gaze from the window. "Hm?" She inquired, her stormy eyes settled upon him as she listened to those queries. It was, perhaps, an inevitable line of questioning, she supposed. Though neither of the pair spoke of the past often, she supposed that, when it came to the documentation he was searching for, the truth of her life was a necessity. The girl hardly seemed put out but such wonderings, however, as she offered him a half-hearted shrug. The tale, she was sure, was hardly interesting in the slightest, her own tone rather disinterested as if she spoke of nothing more than the weather outside. "I don't know. I don't know who my parents are. I was found in a dumpster behind this....cafe in the South. It closed like...forever ago though. She said it was called Seraphinas and that's why she named me that. She kept me because the homeless women with infants always get serviced first at the shelters. They give you a lot of free stuff when you a kid with you." The young woman shrugged, the matter of her own 'mother', if the woman could be called that, was more of a practicality then any true maternal instincts. "I thought about trying to find them once but...with no name, there really wasn't anywhere to look...not that I really want to now." Another shrug crossed her shoulders as the girl so freely admitted the true depths of just how little paperwork existed on her, much less that her own name was hardly the one given to her by her parents, whomever they were.

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