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

still just a rat in a cage


Posted on July 26, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
South


Hand runs through his bronzed hair, his earthen eyes blink. The bronzed haired boy then opens those same earthen eyes, he is still in his bed, bored and waiting for the party to start down by the beach. Earthen eyes blink several more times before he rocks himself up on his bed. Once more he brushes a hand through brandished gold locks, ruffling his hair just so. Eventually he comes to a standing position and reaches down and pulls the covers up on his bed, making sure it was tidy. Fluffing the pillows and then he turns away from his bed and goes to the mirror on his wardrobe, earthen eyes rolling over himself and grinning. Yep, he was still looking good today, that much was for certain.

Marcelo then reaches for the drawn of his wardrobe and those brown eyes rove and hands dig as he looks for his swim trunks. Luckily, for a beach party that was truly all one needed which was quite fortunate. Plus, the brandished golden haired boy thought it was quite fortunate that all the girls needed was bikinis. What a lucky day indeed. He finds his pair of swim trunks tucked at the bottom of the draw and pulls them out. Marcelo quickly drops the underwear he had been wearing to relax and puts on the pair of simple black trunks over himself. Stealing one more glance in the mirror the boy with locks of brandished gold decides perhaps he ought to put a shirt on to make his way to the beach, wouldn't want the ladies fawning all over those muscles and leaving their husbands now would he? Oh, Marcelo, ever the most humble of creatures.

The dirty blonde boy, those locks akin to brandished gold blink earthen eyes before giving a nod to himself before pulling a shirt on over his head. Well, this would have to do, the fawning could wait....wait for when he brought on of them back to his bed tonight. Marcelo had been enjoying his time being single, unattached, sleeping around. Though, in all honesty, the boy with locks of brandished gold did not have much of an option.

Chocolate hues blink before he turns to leave his one bedroom apartment. He looks at his phone, notices the date on it and thinks about how much time had passed since he had arrived in Sacrosanct. Marcelo was a wanderer at heart. Perhaps it was the jackal in him, or perhaps it was his father, a man who had sailed the world before settling to the run the family farm after his eldest brother died and it passed to his hands. But there was something keeping him here in Sacrosanct, and the fact that after all these years he was going to join a pack, well, that was stranger still. The brandished golden haired boy though hardly questioned his own actions. He had merely faced those earthen eyes forward and let himself be taken. There was no need to think carefully about his actions, contemplate the consequences. He had forever to figure it out. Even if every dark hunter marched him down, Marcelo would still be here to live his life to the fullest.

A hand runs through brandished gold locks, and Marcelo considers his hair to be done. A wolfish smile presents itself as he then turns to exit his apartment. Marcelo locks the door behind him, sliding the key into his pocket. It is hot when he emerges outside, shaking brandished golden hair once walking down the street to the southern side of town where the beach party was to be held. He smiles as he strolls, clearly excited by the prospect of drinking well into the evening and perhaps making himself comfortable with someone pretty of the female variety. Yes, that would do just nicely, of this, he was certain.

Summer had always been a time of joy for Marcelo, even throughout his unusually long lifespan. He remembers traveling across Europe and drinking white wine overlooking country sides. He can recall feeling the warm air as he exited pubs and the sun was just appearing over the horizon, having stayed out literally the entire evening, drinking the night away until moon became sun. He even remembers, though he tries to bury it, those summer days on the farm, back in Spain, in the village he had been born in. Racing with his brother's through the fields and cooling off by the pond between working the field with their father. The longer days meant staying up later and listening to stories in the setting sun as his little sister cuddled beside him. Yes, summer was a time Marcelo could always find his enjoyment, his energy and zest for life restored.

He is passing the park when a familiar scent caught his sensitive nose. His smile widens upon his face while he quite literally decides to follow his nose, the beach party could wait. Right now, he had another important matter to attend to. Or rather, another important someone. He winds through the trees, the sunlight filtering through the treetops, providing a cooled atmosphere as opposed to the scorching sun that rang mercilessly overhead. That is when he finds her. He rounds the tree and appears over her shoulder, wolfish grin all over that sun kissed faced of his. No doubt she would be happy to see him, this he didn't doubt. When was anyone not happy to see Marcelo?

HIs confident is truly inspiring.

"Daray! Long time, no see," he says excitedly, planting a kiss upon her cheek before coming to sit cross legged in front of her. "How ya been?" He asks, letting his head come to rest on his hand as if he were truly intrigued. That is when he grabs the book from her hands and places it down beside her. There would be time for that later. "You know we never did make it to our party," he says, wiggling his eyebrows. "What do you say? Wanna head to the beach for a day of sun and sand?" He asks in such a fashion that left little room for any answer but a yes.




M A R C E L O
{ it is far better to live like a lion for a day than live like a jackal for a hundred years }

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