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.
Ascension Center of Equitation
Beachside Bar & Bistro
The University of Sacrosanct
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
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
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.
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 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
It was a peculiar and rare scenario when both Hunters found themselves together in such intimate quarters, time and circumstance having so often drawn them down differing avenues and away from one another. Peculiar though it may have been, it was hardly unwelcome for Anastasia to wake to Alexander's presence so near to her; the youthful Hunter finding pleasure in the sense of calm that this seemed to usher. Calm that was so often lacking in her daily ventures, especially since her arrival in Sacrosanct.
The Russian woman accepts the cup of dark, swirling liquid with a welcome and gracious nod, though the expression sours somewhat upon her pouty lips at the mention of creamer. "Please Alexander, only the Americans ruin their coffee with that vile sludge," she chastises, lifting the pure, unadulterated and markedly bitter libation to her lips for a leisurely draw. The moist slurping that smacks form her father's lips as he takes pleasure in indulging himself in the very last remnants of his pastry are met with the barest hint of a grin from the auburn-haired woman, if only because the action itself is so very reminiscent of how her brother used to enjoy his treats when they were young children. Much to the agony of their mother, of course.
Anastasia allows him the indulgence without interruption, bothering only to comment upon his likeness in the hotel's lobby when he had finished. "Oi vey," she proclaims, making a rather dramatic flourish of her entirely jovial exasperation, "we shall surely need more pastries then! Your ego must be ravenous!" A kindly chortle kisses her crimson lips as she moves to gather the aftermath of their breakfast before turning towards her Maker, a perfectly-manicured brow arched expectantly.
Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia