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

she'll pick a fight for no good reason, she knows id never leave

Posted on January 18, 2019 by Alekai Evero


Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

It hardly took long for the entirety of that park and those beings who remained in it to pivot towards them at Sera's sudden scream and decidedly loud insistence she was being kidnapped the moment he lifted her near effortlessly from the ground. Azrael mostly sure, in that moment, he'd lost the use off his own hearing and yet, he supposed, if nothing else there was nothing wrong with his girlfriends ability to attract attention to herself if the moment ever called for it. The near suspicious glances off several other people around them however were met with that roll of his own eyes and one decidedly well positioned glare to a rather short, slender little man whom seemed to be contemplating whether or not he truly wanted to intervene in the 'crime statistics' occuring before him. That pointed look from the Dark Hunter assuring him he did not as Azrael swung Serafina easily up into his arms and into that far more comfortable position. His lips, in that moment, all too eager to find her own in that stolen kiss. Her hand resting agianst his cheek nothing short of welcomed and so prompting the blond man to deepen that kiss all the more before pulling away just enough to utter that promise that he had already come up with an idea for just what they might do when they got home. Azrael having taken a distinct liking to that traditional 'witches' outfit despite Sera so having been sworn to secrecy upon just how much he enjoyed it. The very thought of it now nothing short of appealing as he gently lowered his girlfriend back to the ground. That training, for today, officially over.

Sera, for her part, seemed nothing short of thankful. The young woman stretching as if she had truly done some sort of feasible work. A yawn gently parting her lips a moment later. Azrael was unable to prevent that slight roll off his eyes once more and yet that amusement lingered upon his features all the same as he moved to grasp the rest of that equipment, several lighter pieces handed to Sera in turn to carry back to the car and load into the trunk. Azrael moved to that passenger side then to open the door for Serafina to slip into that Aston Martin before appearing rapidly at his own door only to sink into the comfortable leather off his own seat. That car managing to attract enough attention in its own right. That vehicle one of the few luxuries the often irritable Hunter ever allowed himself to indulge within. Holidays, it seemed, were destined to be another. Azrael not unwilling to admit he near looked....forward to having some time away from the city, from work and from everything except Sera herself. The idea of sleeping late, breakfast in bed and Sera in that same bed suddenly seeming all the more appealing. Besides, it wasn't as if his credit card didn't need the work out. Hell, maybe this was a good idea after all and yet- Sera's very words about that passport still tugged at his mind. Azrael frowning slightly then as that car pulled away from the curb and turned smoothy in the direction of Serafina's eastern townhouse.

It was rare that either of them made any mention of their pasts. Azrael having known to some extent that Sera had been, well, adopted he supposed. The man having shared at least some insight into his own past before and yet he hardly cared to remember his human life any more then it seemed Sera cared to dwell on her own life. Those deep, emotional conversations just not.....them. Yet, the woman's ready insistence she didn't have a birth certificate seemed unusual. Adopted or otherwise she surely had some sort of documentation didn't she? For several moments still Azrael simply allowed himself to consider that very query. The man content to turn those words over within his mind before finally uttering her name, his golden gaze glancing toward her briefly before looking back to the road before him. The street lights beginning to come on and illuminate that road ahead. Azrael, at last, asking after exactly where her birth certificate had gone. The sudden idea that she might well be the child of some sort of lunatic hippy coven suddenly seeming to settle within his mind. Those decidedly 'witchy' stereotypes it seemed, still well within the Hunters mind even despite Sera's efforts over the years they had been dating to dispel them.

Serafina, for her part, hardly appeared put out by that line of questioning nearly as much as he had anticipated. The young woman eyeing him thourhgfullya moment before near bluntly stating she had no idea who her parents where. Whatever surprise so managed to find itself upon Azrael's features rapidly descending into something near akin to outright shock at her insistence she been found in a dumpster behind a cafe. By a homeless woman no less. Azrael momentarily left staring at the road ahead. Whatever words he had so been about to say seemed to catch within his throat. The normal vocal Hunter momentarily struggling for words. That distinct...emotion of sorts turning within him with far more potency than he'd truly anticipated. Adoption was one thing. Abandonment was another. Let alone being raised on the street by some....miscreant woman! The very realisations of the life Sera had lead only now seeming to strike him. Was Serafina even her real name? Evidently not. It was a fucking cafe. Then whose last name did she have? The homeless womens? Or her supposed Mentors? Azrael, in that moment, nearly oblivious to fashion his hands had tightened on that steering wheel. His golden gaze flicking briefly to her one again.

"Sera, I.....I didn't realise your life was....I mean.....fucking hell. A dumpster?"

Who put a fucking baby in a dumpster? People who deserved to be arrested. An illogical part of his mind entirely inclined to consider whether or not her real parents could still be found and charged with abandonment- or attempted murder. One hand lifted from that steering wheel then to run though his hair, Azrael sighing softly.

"I'm sorry. I mean, I know it didn't involve me but i'm sorry there weren't people there for you when you needed them."

How rare those truly genuine emotions were from the Dark Hunter and yet, here and now, he meant every word. He was hardly the....fatherly type and yet still even he would hardly have ever left a baby behind. How had no one questioned that homeless woman? Surely someone, somewhere, had been missing the child? A grandparent even? Still- that very challenge of finding any paperwork had become both distinctly easier and more difficult at once. Paperwork for Serafina, it seemed, simply didn't exist. Passports next to impossible to obtain without some form of identification. Azrael remained silent for several moments more, those thoughts content to continue to turn. The Hunter finding himself near determined then.

"I think I can still get paperwork for you, real paperwork. You could choose a new name if you wanted, first and last. I can get you the forms. We'd only need to fill them out and have a court sign off on them. I think it's about time you....existed."

How she had managed to go so long without existing, at least legally, he hardly knew. Azrael once more struck with that near sudden determination to....fix this. Sera deserved to be acknowledged as a damn person in the very least. That emotion for the woman he cared about turning within him potently still. The idea she might have felt...unwanted only further displeasing him even if he hardly knew how to display those very emotions.

"Are you actually interested in finding your real parents? I mean, I might be able to find something if you want to go down that road. The Council has a lot of information. What about your last name though? Whose name is that? Sorry. I'm just trying to get my head around this."