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

still just a rat in a cage


Posted on July 08, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
South


He wont deny it, she is absolutely gorgeous. Anyone could see that and the boy with hair like brandished gold was not so blind to it. And that light and silvery voice of hers, well, it was enough to almost make a man fall in love. Too bad Marcelo is no man, just an immortal boy. But, he could not entirely stop the way his earthen eyes would watch her. The boy with brandished gold locks smiles in response to her own, in his human form his teeth were so much less pointy. She is listening to everything that he says and golden brown haired boy cannot help enjoy the attention. Marcelo was a cocky guy, and never missed an opportunity to have his ego stroked. Wonderful friend indeed.

"Oh, I am nothing if not romantic, my dear," he says, jesting. Of course, the jackal would like to imagine that he is quite romantic, taking women dancing, out to eat, on exotic adventures. Of course, most of the time it wasn't just for fun, Marcelo normally got something in the end. Whether it be their body or their secrets, or both at times. But, as he looks to Iliana, he thinks he needs nothing from her, she was already providing him plenty of compliments and her sheer willingness to participate in anything was proving to be plenty. And, most of the time, if they gave Marcelo either of the things he desired most, he tended to never see them again. Marcelo could not help the prickly feeling in the back of his mind that he would see Iliana again.

"You do need to be careful, Iliana," he says then. "You may not have magic muscles, but not everyone is as nice as me," he says. "Someone might try to steal you away," he says with a smirk before reaching over to her and scooping her up for just a moment before placing her back down on the ground once more. Her innocence was so pure and delightful and Marcelo was enjoying her company for more than just the pure attraction of her looks. She was so much like Josie, that if Marcelo had allowed his mind to even begin to wander back to his family that he had so long ago, no doubt his heart would have ached with the memories.

That red hue that reaches her cheeks is enough to send another grin upon his face. "Sex?" He says, acting surprised as if he had never even heard of the word. "Oh my!" He exclaims, placing a hand over his mouth as if he were in shock. "Well," he lets his voice grow quiet then. "Sometimes they do do that, you know," he says, thinking then of a way to once again make those cheeks pink. "Have you ever done it?" He asks her then, unable to hide a playful smile on his face. "Well, I would keep it a secret from Mr. Crow. Or if he found out, I'd just break his neck," he says with a shrug, clearly, violence did not seem to be an issue for the jackal boy.

Borrowing. Now this was a concept that Marcelo knew all too well. He could say e always intended on returning whatever was borrowed, of course, not everyone he borrowed from and sometimes they died before he had a chance to return their item to them :(. Major bummer. "What is your favorite type of gemstone to borrow?" Marcelo asks then. What was it sapphires? Rubies? Pearls? "I like diamonds," he says. Of course, their value was often so high and if Marcelo was in a pinch they were easy to sell. He notices the scrunched face and hears the response, but Marcelo is never without an idea it would seem. "I will take you flying sometime, would you like that?" He asks. Of course, he could not take her flying like a bird or like there faes, but maybe an airplane...or something like that.

Her hands on his arm as they began to walk was an almost easy movement for the jackal, perhaps mainly due to Iliana's own fluid and carefree nature. As she moves those hips though, he cannot help but let his mind wander to other...activities. When she stared up at him with innocent doe eyes, he thought of his little sister, but when she shimmied that body, well, Josie was certainly the furthest thing from his mind in that moment. "You sure know how to move," he says with a smirk, whether she would sense the hint of flirtation remains to be seen at this point.

"Paris is stunning," he says. "But the true gem is the french countryside, and of course, drinking champagne," he says, oh of course the bubbly liquid was quite enjoyable. "And Rome, well the coliseum is massive and imposing, but it is ancient, it's older than me and older you too," he says, which is impressive, because Marcelo was far older than to be believed.

He listens intently about her little friend. He wonders whether this little friend of hers was real, or if the fae girl perhaps had made him up, an imaginary friend of sorts. But, Iliana has surprised him thus far, so he could not really say for certain which perhaps it was. And, of course, he thought it better than to ask such things. "That's how it is supposed to be, people shouldn't tell you what to do," the jackal says. "You can always trust me," he says with a wink and a silly grin all over that sun kissed face.

"I know, right?" He says in response of the clear disgust she has for warm water. Of course, at the time, Marcelo would hardly have been able to ask for ice as he lay upon his death bed, his life so very close to ending. They arrive at the restaurant and Marcelo is almost impressed with speed of her decision, so often the women he took out to dinner took ages and ages to order, only to land on a salad and mooch off of his own meal instead. "I think I am going to get spaghetti, with extra meatballs," he says before closing his own menu. "Wouldnt you like to know," he says with a grin before looking up and seeing the waiter come over. "What can I get you?" Marcelo points to the front of the menu. "THe lady will have the stuffed shells and I will get the spaghetti with an extra meatball," he says their orders. The waiter writes down what is says before returning to the kitchen. Marcelo looks coolly at Iliana then. "Yes, I like to borrow too," he admits, before that sneaking smile finds his lips. "But you know what else I like to do?" He gives her a chance to sit in the anticipation of the answer to his own question. "Dance."

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Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
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