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 February 14, 2019 by serafina dubois
South


Serafina had long ago become accustomed to a certain level of lonesomeness within her life, the sort she had eventually found some sort of contentment within. She was used to disappointment, to independence, and to abandonment. It was this very thing that had prompted her to announce their relationship was doomed far before it had even begun. Truly, at times, Serafina found it astonishing that Azrael continued to linger far beyond her expectations. After all, everyone had left Serafina, in the end, one way or another. Still, she hadn't anticipated the level of emotion that her own dismal tale had invoked within the man, prompting a rare effort upon Serafina's part to comfort him. Her own voice was just shy of a whisper as she reminded him that it had been quite a long time ago. Serafina was all too aware of the audible sigh upon Azrael's lips, the man's gaze purposefully remaining upon the road though why her fearless Dark Hunter seemed so...perturbed by the depths of desolation in her childhood life all but baffled her. A smile, however, blossomed upon her lips at Azrael's compliment. He had never before afforded her such a word of audible affection, even if they were little more than a grumble upon his lips. Even so, she hardly made an effort to acknowledge those words other than the small shrug of her shoulders against the leather material of the vehicle's car.

The last thing she had anticipated was Azrael's sudden decision that there was a great need for physical paperwork to prove her existence. There was a certain sort of determination within his voice, this clearly a matter of great importance to the man despite Serafina's own long-standing resolution to her non-existent identity. She knew well, after all, the amount of effort it would take to secure the woman that paperwork, she had looked into it once, after all, before determining it an impossibility. Really, it was sweet he had every intention to go through so much for her. Slowly, the girl shifted within her seat, leaning over the center console to press her lips against his cheek in a small glimpse of her appreciation as she softly uttered his real first name. The very use of it seemed to prompt the man to relax within his chair, smoothening that nearly bristly exterior. Serafina could hardly help the light laughter upon her lips at Azrael's soft tease, the woman oblivious to his efforts to distract them from the altogether unpleasant topic. It was that insistence that she could choose another name, however, that prompted a pause of consideration from the girl. After all, Serafina was all she had been for so long, she couldn't imagine having another name. Azrael, however, hardly seemed to disagree with the idea before another notion so seemed to capture his attention.

A soft sigh left her lips at the very consideration of finding her family. She had dreamed of it before, of what it might be like to walk back into their lives. Surely they'd tell her that it had all been a mistake, that they hadn't meant to leave her, that maybe she had been taken from them. It was a sweet thing to consider, having a family - and yet even she was not that naive. It was quite simple, Serafina had been left behind. They hadn't wanted the child they had brought into the world and if they had been so eager to get rid of her then, it was unlikely they would want her now. Frankly, it was all good and well, Serafina herself was unsure if she even wanted them in her life as was, and that was before considering the difficulty of finding them when she knew nothing of them. Magic, perhaps, could locate them but still - what was the point? Azrael, however, hardly seemed as content with her answer, the young witch so peculiarly in tune with those near subtle displays of his discontent. Her head bobbed in silent agreement, and yet, Azrael himself had effortlessly vocalized her own silent fear. She might not want to have them in her life at all and, admittedly, she almost....liked the way things were going in her world....what if finding them changed that?

It was, however, Azrael's almost innocent inquiry of her last name that prompted a glimpse of heat to creep up her pale features. That blush was so abnormal upon her face that the very presence of it seemed to be a near immediate distraction within the man. Her stormy gaze turned towards the window in a small glimpse of embarrassment as Serafina demanded Azrael promise that he wouldn't laugh at her. That sudden sound of suspicion within his voice drew her gaze back towards him as the young woman provided him with a small look of indecision. "Definitely more the socks." She said only to flop back in her seat with an audible sigh as her gaze turned towards the ceiling. "Ughhh, okay." She uttered aloud as Azrael parked the vehicle in front of her home, the man's attention so fully upon her as he leaned against the steering wheel, only to offer the young woman that promise she had so demanded of him. "No, I didn't get my name off of a CEREAL box, Jesus, Azrael. It was from the historical society, okay?! The one down on Franklin Avenue with the blue awning? I ducked in there one afternoon when it was raining to get out of the rain with one of my friends and we pretended like we were interested in history or something." She sighed eyes rolling at the memory before her gaze turned towards the door, her fingers reaching out to run along the seam in the leather. "There was this French family called the DuBois. They were like one of the oldest noble families in France and I...." Serafina shrugged as she continued, her voice more akin to a mumble. "I guess I kind of wanted to be noble like a princess..." Her nose wrinkled as her gaze slowly turned back to him and though it was, perhaps, not the most dramatic of admittances, there was something almost embarrassing at her admission that she too had once upon a time held such childish, girly dreams.

serafina dubois


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