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.
Ascension Center of Equitation
Beachside Bar & Bistro
The University of Sacrosanct
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
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
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.
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 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
It is with the narrowing of brilliant sage eyes and the crinkling of a lightly-freckled nose that Anastasia rebuffs her dear father's offer to defile the perfect mahogany brew she sips with something as truly repugnant as creamer. Yet just as soon as the scowl should coil upon her lips as a proud, glouting feline do their brims quirk, an undeniably impish smirk coaxed to life by Alexander's insistence that the love for the artificial sludge had become tragically... pandemic. "Ah, but surely a man who does his business in coffee should know better than to call that cream," she purrs, the veil of venom laid thinly over the lighthearted jest of her words. And yet it all but evaporates with her father's insistence that they should come across a generous handful more of statues carved in his likeness before the day was out. "God help me," she proclaims, rolling her own eyes in turn, "today promises to be a momentous trial for my tolerance of the sight of your face." A cruel sentiment, perhaps, though for any individual who might profess to know the dispositions of both father and daughter it was simply the flickering gleam of yet another facet of the love she bore him.
The pair emerges unto the sunlit avenue moments later, the omnipotent fingers of golden light cascading down the gossamer waves of Anastasia's crimson strands. The sun and its warmth, it seemed, existed in an endless supply in this place... so very unlike most of the rest of the world. It is one of a series of attributes that had, over time, succeeded in endearing the sullen Russian duchess to this place. And so she is content to meander down the cobblestone avenue beside her Maker in silence, surveying the wares of the various vendors displayed beneath the billowing veils of their respective tents. As the impromptu shops grow more sparse, however, Anastasia moves to lean a hefty query unto the easy silence betwixt them. "So, are you going to tell me what you're after, Alexander? Or do you prefer to have me guess?"
Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia