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 August 05, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
South


Dark eyes, a boyish smile that settles itself into a lazy crooked grin. Most of the time he simply hung back, selfishly living his life. The world could be burning down and Marcelo could sit on a cliff edge and watch as he let the fire light his cigarette, brandished gold hair bathing bright in the sunlight. But, more often than not, he found himself jumping head first into life. Not with great intentions, but at least he did not simply sit in the grass watching clouds pass, listening to the tick of immortal clock never counting down any lower. Marcelo found life more enjoyable this way, especially with a girl on his arm. Hands reaching down over the crevices and the curves of her body, feeling the way she moved against him. He was no saint, and he had always fallen victim to the deadly sin of lust. Taking them to bed as they desired a spontaneous evening succumbing to passions and instincts, or wanting to feel loved by someone. "Arent you a little young?" They would ask them as a hand playfully fell against his chest. The older women, they were his favorite. They weren't timid, or shy, but bold and brazen. And this is when he would scoop their hand in his own and press it against his chest even harder. "My stamina is flawless, if you ever want to put me to the test," he would say with a sly grin and they would laugh at such a foolish boy. But that same woman would be laying beside him later, a wolfish smirk evidence of his conquest.

He has found, after the first century or so, you stop asking yourself why. Why did his little brother die? What was the sickness. When he had just been young and helpless, drenched in sweat with, coughing and unable to keep anything down. A disease that, if Diego had been born today, he would have survived and continued to grow up healthy. But instead, Marcelo had to watch his brother die, as he knew himself, he would live forever. His parents died, too young, far too young. Josie married and Marcelo had to leave her behind when everyone started pointing out he was looking younger than his younger sister. He stopped asking why when she died, and he watched her go, it was with her final child, born dead, and she caught the sickness too. He stopped asking why as he watched his great great great (to be honest he wasn't sure how many greats it was) nephew be stabbed on the battle field when he fought for the Union. And he had long stopped asking why when he held her as she closed her eyes forever, that sparse grey hair tickling his arm, those wrinkles etching every smile and laughing they shared and him whispering how beautiful she is, and how (in typical Marcelo fashion) he would love to see her naked one last time. To which she laughed and her heart stopped beating, the ghost of her last laugh haunting her bright eyes.

A look of surprise causes a smirk to etch upon his lips. He always did like a startled woman. Marcelo likes to imagine it is because he is so devilishly handsome. Her skin is warm beneath his lips with that fleeting kiss, not at all like the vampires he has occasionally been shaking up with. Surprisinfly, the jackal was not into the blood suckers. They always wanted to bite him, and frankly, he wanted his neck unbitten, thank you very much. Elain provides a welcome reprieve. "Did I now?" He asks with a raised eyebrown, obviously proud of his accomplishment. Startling a Dark Hunter, even if that dark hunter was Daray. "No more than usual," he responds to her question as he plops down in front of her. "I have been well, same as always," he says. And it was true, his features always unchanged, his personality seemingly the same. Though, he had found a pack he was joining, though, for now, he keeps this to himself. He had promised Iliana protection, and though he has yet to realize just how much she would need, and he wanted to propose if he could extend the pack to her, to aid in keeping his promise. He promised too, to Nadya, though she would hardly need it, that he would protect her and her children. She would become a fellow pack member, making that promise even more sound than before.

"it's okay, I suppose," he says with a mock pout. "But you need to make it up to me." It is a statement that leaves little room for argument. At least one that he would listen to anyway. She hasn't been to a beach party, this was to be expected. Elain did not really strike Marcelo as the partying type back in high school, or any school really for that matter. "Well, I cant wait to take away your virginity then," he says, and he knows how it sounds, anything to make those cheeks flush with color. Of course, Marcelo was hardly the type to force himself on a woman. Lame pick up lines and wild dates: yes, doing anything with a girl who didn't want it: no. Big no.

"Good," he responds with a bob of his head, obvious that he hardly would have taken a no as a proper answer to his invitation. To her next comment though, well, he cannot help but let a cheeky smile roll over those lips of his. "You're wearing a bra, aren't you?" He asks, hardly able to contain the humor he felt with such a question directed to his more, innocent of friends. "It could work in a pinch...if you want to that is," and those brown eyes watch for any sign of discomfort. What he has learned about the girls who played it safe, who followed the rules, is that sometimes, they are just dying to break loose, to stretch those limits, and experience what life has to offer.

This is when he stands up and offers her his hand. "Daray, I promise to show you a good time tonight," he says, brown eyes searching her own of glacial blue. "You just need to trust me, think you can do that?" He asks before allowing her to take his arm, moving in the direction of the beach.



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 }