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

don't let those butterflies out


Posted on August 02, 2019 by maeve liliwen
South

(dear friend it will be alright, please just stay by my side)
(you might think the world is tumbling down, but it's not)


The creamy haired child that seemed to almost match that pale skin of hers, has heard the stories. She remembers one of the older foster children she had lived with had told her about them. The pale golden haired child had sat there with the rest of the children and waited with breath held as the stories were told, a hand playing nervously with those same golden locks. The pale child listened with wide violet eyes then as he told all the younger children the story of the werewolf. About how the first werewolf had been born.

A human and a wolf had fallen in love, and they had wished for children, asking the witch doctor to deliver them some, and she had obliged with an evil smirk. When the children were born, they had been half human, half wolf, monstrosities. The girl had taken them to that same witch doctor in tears, asking what could be done. She had then made them human, forcing them only to endure excruciating pain every full moon when they must endure their lives as wolves for an entire night. They killed and maimed, they were foul monsters. "So, when the moon is full, be weary, children." The older child had said while Maeve watched with wide eyes as the other children trembled around her.

Later that night, Maeve had considered something, a chin resting on a pale hand: were they really monsters after all? Did not everyone in the world hurt the same? The children had called the girl stupid for falling in love with a wolf, but Maeve thinks, perhaps she was wise, for recognizing love at all. She saw the monster behind it all.

It was strange now, to think after all those years the have passed since she first heard that story. And now, Maeve finds herself so often in the company of the very things the other children found so fearful. The lava rock the violet eyed girl keeps under her pillow a gift from a werewolf herself. When she holds that little lava stone, she knows that monsters don't exist in her little world. Not everything is as it seems.

She hangs upside down, violet eyes peering out at her world that has been dramatically flipped on its back. Snowy hair cascades around her, tempted by gravity. Lithe legs continue to remain wrapped around the pole, securing her hold and keeping her from crashing to the ground in a tiny heap of arms and legs and snowy blonde hair.

Those delicately pointed ears catch something.
Huh?
What was that?

She looks around then, looking for the source of the sound, those violet eyes roving the area like two little beacons standing out against the fair skin of her face. It is then looking up, she spots the familiar blonde hair, blue eyed form of the vampire girl she had been so desperate to see once more. "Anna?" She questions in surprise before swinging her body upwards, those dance muscles allowing her the strength to move that body so those little hands can grasp onto the bar. Maeve continues to pull until she arrives into a sitting position, a smile forming on those lips as she recognizes her friend. "I thought I would never see you again," she says, happiness sliding into her voice as relief touches it. "I am so glad you are here," she breathes. "Are we going to play again?" She asks, one hand moving under her chin in excitement, while the other continues to hang onto the bar before she decides perhaps she better dismount. Both hands wrap around that metal before her body gives a final flip and feet land easily on the ground with all the grace her species has to offer the little ballerina. "What about a tea party?"


picture is by greetisabaert

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