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
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
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

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.

Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium

The Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium (PDZA) is an award-winning combined zoo and aquarium located within the Southern Part of Sacrosanct. Situated on 92 acres in Sacrosanct's Hyde Park, the zoo and aquarium are home to over 9,000 specimens representing 367 animal species. Point Defiance is also widely known for its conversation efforts regarding the breed and release program of Red Wolves.

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.

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Posted on February 11, 2019 by Maeve Liliwen
South


The delicately built girl looks into the earthen eyes of the other fae creature, the sweet smile unwavering upon her pale face. Maeve is all too aware of how alike each of them are, in more ways than one it would seem. She dances too with steps as light as the girl silvery voice. That ponytail streaming out behind her like silken tresses of cumulus. In a world where Maeve was never sure what each day was going to bring or where she would be or who she would be living with, dance has remained her constant. The tiny fae always found places to take lessons, and when she couldn't, well, she could simply clear the floor and let the dancing take over. When people have not been there for her, Maeve could always find the rhythm in her body, it never left her.

The girls laugh together as if they were old friends instead of strangers who had just met one another underneath a gazebo in the park. She lets out too a tiny squeal of excitement as the woman claps for her, an unfamiliar sound to the delicately pointed ears of the blonde fae child. Sure, sometimes she imagined the applause in her head, the audience giving her a standing ovation, but to hear it outside of her thoughts, Maeve certainly enjoyed the feeling. "Do you think I could be a ballerina one day?" She dares to ask the woman. She was going to start her training again with Nadya at her ballet studio. If anything, her lack of parents to financially support the little girl has only caused her to work harder. Most of the ballet camps she had done were on scholarship, whenever she had trained at studios she had been on scholarship, having to train twice as hard as the other girls, twice as motivated, all to get what most of them could simply by. Still, Maeve never quit, never even came close.

"Maybe we can dance together one day," she says excitedly, her mind already floating to next years Nutcracker auditions. "I am going to start taking lessons with Nadya. She has a dance studio downtown," she says, beginning to move around Audette now on her tip toes, she stands so high it is hard to believe she is not in pointe shoes. "I am going to do ballet, but I am also going to do lyrical and contemporary. When I competed that is what I did solos in," she says, thinking back to the weekends spent at dance competitions where her studio, but not her parents would cheer for her in the audience. She remembers the pretty costume she wore, getting them weeks in advance (usually used or old costumes) and Maeve would spend hours in her shared bedrooms adjusting them, adding rhinestones, new fabric, until they were unrecognizable. "I got a lot of trophies," she says almost shyly, as if she should not be bragging. "But my social worker said I couldn't take them with me so my foster parents threw them away," she says, still continuing to dance around Audette as if this were not some sad, upsetting thing for her to say. She then grabs Audette's hand and twirls her tiny body around as if the dark eyes fae were her dance partner. "I might take a hip hop class, but I don't know. And I don't really like jazz," she says, halting her twirling as she makes a face. No, Maeve was not a fan of jazz it would seem.

The woman offers her tickets to see the nutcracker and Maeve can hardly contain her joy at such an invitation. "I will be early even!" She says hoping up and down for a moment before settling herself, remembering being told how annoying an excited little kid can be.

"Oh," that tiny voice says as she looks at the woman, wondering why it was some fae people had wings, like her birth mother and Andras, and some didn't, like the woman before her. "Maybe you can make some for Halloween next."


Maeve Liliwen
image by Wang Xi

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