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 i used to rule the world


Posted on June 14, 2019 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
South


The very conjuring of magic that filled the air was distinctly potent to the Dark Hunter. It crawled across his skin, setting the Hunter on edge even his thoughts were filled with an almost innate knowledge of the very innermost workings of that ability that filled the dark depths of that dreary cavern. The Macedonian Monarch was well aware of the weight of her gaze upon him, tracing the outline of his muscular frame and observing the very brilliance that all but shone from the ancient conqueror. His own sea hued irises seemed content to subject the woman to the intensity of his inspection. At the very least, he was willing to admit her feminine physique prompted the beginnings of that stirring of want within the King. She was divine, in her own right, that is were it not for her haughty efforts to command the King. Her gaze hardly lingered long, however, the woman irrevocably drawn to the massive snake that all but towered over them and yet, given her own affinity he was hardly surprised she felt the allure of something so...uncontrollable within her very grasp. Her sudden declaration that he was a coward was enough of an insult to see his blue-green eyes narrow, the Hunter bristling wordlessly. That sword twirled effortlessly within his fingers, his stance shifting ever so slightly to something more relaxed. Alexander was well aware of the positioning of both woman and snake, that battlefield his to control and yet, the pale turquoise of his gaze never faltered from the creature he deemed his true enemy - the snake.

Matter-of-factly, Alexander informed her of the rabid reptiles sins - those lives he had taken and the damage he had done could not be healed, nor did the Council believe that he was capable of restraining from that blood lust that had so clearly taken ahold of the beast. That glimpse of surprise upon her features was almost anticipated, the man assured that she was ignorant of the degradation of the snake she so feverishly attempted to protect. The soft murmuring of her accented words caused his eyebrow to raise, his bright vibrant irises flickered towards her to note the frown that tugged ever so slightly at the very corner of her features. That glimpse of emotion, however, vanished as quickly as it appeared, the woman altogether keen to keep her own face a perfectly smoothed state of neutral. His sword remained relaxed within the palm of his hand, his own gaze steady upon the woman beside him, dipping ever so slightly to her pronounced cleavage in a subtle glimpse of appreciation before fluttering back towards her features at the sound of her voice. Alexander's eyebrow rose as he listened to her rebuke, her words prompting a soft sigh upon the Monarch's lips. It was times such as these he missed the very authority his name alone wielded, when he was not required to reason with the likes of women on the morality of a clearly vile creature. "I have gathered my proof, it seems that you have not." The Dark Hunter responded darkly, his attention studiously returning to the Were-Creature before him. He had looked through the information the Council had collected - every scrap of medical account to every transcripted interview. Each had been weighed carefully before he had stepped foot out of the sanctuary of his cafe. He might have disagreed with Azrael on any number of things but the Dark Hunter's inability to lie near guaranteed the validity of those claims.

Her insistence that he could hardly know for sure prompted a small shake of his head, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. "You are tiresome, woman." He informed her with a hint of that irritation showing though. In Alexander's age, it seemed he was ill-inclined to suffer the questions of others. That career in customer service that Matteo had near forced upon him seemingly had done little to quell his temper. "The survivors have all been interviewed, the wounds have been documented and the Hunter in charge of the task has a convenient power to detect lies and cannot lie himself. Does that please you or is the only proof you deem acceptable is when a child is at your feet fallen prey to your precious snake?" His gaze narrowed as he watched the creatures head lower at her bequest, the deceitfully gentle appearing snake letting its nose bump ever so gently into her palm. Oh how well he knew her own magic at work, the snake such a stark difference from the beast he had encountered moments ago, from the beast that had been terrorizing the South for nearly a month. How blind she was - her love for her reptilians keeping her from seeing the true nature of the monstrosity before her. Truthfully, he had half a mind to simply allow her this one, to let her fall victim to her own hubris and, when her death too had come at its fangs, to cleave that head from the viper's body. It was that very consideration that prompted him to inform her of just how poor of an idea it was to attempt to control a creature quite like this.

It was clear he'd hit on a point of contention for the woman, her own breath hitching in a hiss as she so sharply refuted him. It was, admittedly, hardly a surprise seeing as their entire conversation thus far had been the woman's attempt to gain some dominion over him. Truly it would have been comical if she had not intervened with his duty, and thus his ability to return to the comforts of his own home. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Alexander watched her gently caress the scales of the large creature's head though he hardly voiced a syllable of his own. Rather, he let her continue in her insistence that the creature should be given the chance to live - as if his life up to this point was not exactly that. She was pressing upon the very edge of Alexander's patience, her inquiry of those lives he had not killed prompting yet another glimpse of annoyance from the Dark Hunter. "Yes, I have chosen to not kill, usually those who I spared do not come with a rap sheet of deaths." He informed her, knowing well she hardly cared, her almost immediate continued speech nearly confirming such a thing.

For a moment he merely watched the woman with a grim glimpse upon his stern features. He watched the way her hand gracefully slid down her physic, that gesture alone certainly meant to be seductive and yet the desires of his loins had never been enough to subdue the strategic conqueror. "You are aware that he is a were-snake, are you not? His instincts are not purely driven by reptile ones as your other pets." Alexander responded as his sword turned towards the ground, the very tip of it digging ever so slightly at what almost seemed like the dirt beneath him. He was careful in that light picking up of her small, ebony snake, the very edge of his blade used to merely roll it onto that gleaming sword rather than harm it in the slightest. He lifted it easily towards her, letting the woman retrieve her pet. Did she really think he was capable of being downed by one of her little reptiles so easily? That even that would go unnoticed by him? Oh how ignorant she was of him. "Keep your monster, I do not care." He informed her, his sword easily vanishing from his hand as Alexander turned, giving her his back as he moved towards one of the tunnels at the ground floor that would have led back to the outside of those filthy sewers. He paused at the very entrance, the man leaning lackadaisically against the curved brick as he watched her, letting her test her confidence in her newest slave. If she wished to die, Alexander had little reason to stop her. After all, the woman had been nothing if not utterly disagreeable in every manner.

Replies