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

when it gets loud, I turn it up


Posted on January 13, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
South




"They will tell stories of us, sister," he remembers telling Josie when they were so young. "And what will they say, brother?" She asks with a laugh. "Marcelo and Josie, the great children of a Spanish father and his German wife? Or perhaps the greatest thieves in history." But Marcelo is hardly listening, sitting beside his young sister, eyes glazed over in thought. But eventually, he turns to her, to look at those startling blue eyes of hers, their mother's eyes, the faintest smirk on his face. "Maybe," he said to her with a shrug. Even at this young age, there is something ruggedly handsome about the boy. He runs a hand through brandished gold hair, earthen eyes blinking against the sun as it brushes against his face. He turns those dark eyes back to his little sister who has the same matching brandished gold locks, the same hair as their mother, but his little sister has their mother's fair skin and bright blue eyes. The boy with hair like brandished gold cannot help but adore the young girl. Of all his siblings, Marcelo finds himself closest to his little sister.

The siblings with matching hair of brandished gold sit on the hill side with one another, watching those dark chocolate eyes as the sun slowly begins to set over their village. He feels the tickle of his sister's locks of brandished gold as she lays her head against his shoulder. He ruffled her hair as she looped her arm through his. These were the moments Marcelo lived for, being with family in the sunshine, as a soft, warms breeze ruffled through those brandished gold locks. He closes those dark eyes and just enjoys the moment.

But those memories are so far in the dark-eyed boy's past. Marcelo has began to wonder if he is even remembering it accurately. But, still when he closes his dark eyes and brings it forth, he cannot help the feeling of warmth that surrounds him.

The golden eyed jackal waits patiently for the horse to arrive. He knew he would, Marcelo was not used to being ignored. Black nose remains twitching as the smell of equine assaults his senses. Tail twitches every one in a while as those dark golden eyes remain peering into the darkness for any sign of the hooved were. Ears swivel atop his head as the sound of those hooves hit the ground. The scent of equine is all too familiar for the golden eyed jackal, having spent much of his life in the company of the creatures, after all, for most of the immortal jackal's life they have been his mode of transportation. Vehicles being such a new invention in the grand scheme of things. As the scent reaches obsidian nose though, it almost looks as if a wicked smile appears on the jackal as ivories become exposed, golden amber eyes bright with that Marcelo humor.

Golden amber meet violet as the horse approaches. Obviously, the horse could easily trample the little jackal, but Marcelo was not here on unfriendly terms as it were. Ears flicker atop his small head as the horse begins to speak and those golden amber eyes shift to the horse's creamy face. Those golden jackal eyes staring up in such an unwavering way. "Well obviously I had to come and see the legend himself," Marcelo says with something akin to a grin on his face. "I'm Marcelo, and I wanted to meet the packs of the area, which seem to be yours," he pauses here, perhaps for dramatic effect. "And the Nightshade pack." He asks, eyes staying focused on the horse's face for any signs of how he may feel about the other pack. "Let me clarify, I wanted to meet the powerful packs." There, that should help feed his ego a bit, maybe. Marcelo, what a kiss ass.
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge

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