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

The burdens can be heavy, but we carry on;

Posted on December 11, 2019 by CLEOPATRA

Witnessing that trained warrior get tossed to the wayside like he was nothing more than a nuisance fly had certainly caused the woman pause. Such a hostile creature that beast was. She would not soon forget the chilling sound of his hefty body colliding with a sickening thud against she concrete. There was no denying the beast was strong and yet to simply bat the man aside, rendering him a sack of flesh.. That was alarming to the far more breakable fae woman that remained. At the very least the creature had been rendered wounded. But hardly enough to truly incapacitate him. What a pity that would have been should he have truly fallen just before the true festivities could unfold. She could not help that flash of concern within the depths of her rich cloven hued eyes, that scanned over that crumpled hunter for a bare hint of movement... life. Unfortunately she wasn't given long... the Egyptian queen only allowed borrowed time to react. Perhaps with that warrior gone.. she could gain control of him once more. After all... there had never been a snake she had not charmed.

It was alarming to say the least, that armoured resistance it possessed went beyond his body alone but his mind. With those twin engraved, poisoned daggers held with strong purpose within her slender hands, breaking her gaze from hunter to the enraged snake before her. Perhaps this was a job best done for a lady... with a far more delicate hand. It would seem she didn't have much of a choice. Yet to slay a dragon with only but two blades, perhaps seemed a rather tall order.. even for her! The woman hardly dressed for such an assault, that fabric would surely do little to protect her golden flesh in the midst of battle.. she needed to play smart. Weaken him somehow so then she could press that power into him once more.

The day she relied on a man to get anything done, was the day nothing was rarely completed.. There were only so very few men in that long life that had completed their lofty aspirations. It was a pity.. because she had sensed something within the incapacitated man.

How intently focused she was upon that beast, the Egyptian woman showing no fear as she took those sweeping steps toward it. How utterly angry it was, his energy crackled with it... that pent up rage he wished only to unleash upon the world that seemed to include herself. Whatever had he endured to feel this boiling hatred? She could not help but wonder, those inclinations wanting to rescue the creature that resembled her adored serpents, but even she was not fool enough to try with those grave convictions for solidly against him. Cleopatra would simply not allow that harm to come onto herself or her household, she had not survived this long making brash childish decisions. Nor could she stand idle by while innocence seemed to be its favoured target. After all, Sacrosanct may not have been her people.... But she felt an obligation to them all the same. After all... this is where her home was. It was clear what needed to be done in those terse moments, solidified by that feral outcry that echoed near bone chillingly down in the dank sewers. Such a vial place it was... the musty damp scent assaulting her all too sensitive nose even still. She was assured she would need a thousand baths just to rid herself of it.. She would certainly need to burn those very clothes upon her body should she manage to survive this. How she couldn't allow this to be how she goes. Felled by her own creatures. I think not.

How oblivious she was in those moments of Alex newfound consciousness and stirring... How angry Antony would have been should he have been alive to see her not assessing her surroundings. After all, he had been the one to teach her to wield a weapon in the first place... Of course, she had been the one to hone it.. He was long since dust now. She was a quick and fearless learner and yet her greatest downfall which was a perilous one... was focusing too much on her enemy and not enough of her surroundings. Both equally important in a battle.. alas, he was not here and she needed all her focus set upon the largest threat. How quickly the beast lunged for her but not quite attacking as it rose up, flaring its striking dangerously beautiful colours... The sound it made hissed as those whirring fast moving projectiles fired for her.. and yet she still seemed unphased by this new ability as she dodged those spikes.

Her voice reached for the snake, a velvety beckoning as her powers gently began to probe as if seeking out weakness, a way inside of the beasts mind. Like a sweet lullaby... she spoke... weaving her words she knew the snake-man would understand, if only to penetrate that armoured rage it possessed. She recognized the way his body seemed to sway... and it would seem those words did little to calm the beast.. it was not... swaying from being under her spell but for preparing another attack. Yet.. how it hesitated. She threw that blade without hesitation when that opening presented itself... meeting her mark with expert precision, her aim... perfected after over that endless time she had been on this very earth. A weak spot within both creatures lay within the eyes.. how he screamed and recoiled from her.

With her back entirely to where the Dark Hunter took off into the dark, the sound of his steps lost to the snake's movement, its armoured body scraping roughly against the algae laden concrete floor. It's head turned to eye her with his only good eye, the other still weeping from that inflicted wound. It was that sudden turn of its head that she saw that impressive gash that the hunter had given before that cost him.. potentially his life.

It was a flash of light that caught the woman's eye before a flurry of action unfolded before her. The Hunter suddenly descending in a controlled grace from the ceiling, a luminous near blinding force. It was almost like he possessed wings, a glowing savior she would not lie that she was entirely impressed to see alive and had not fled to leave her with this mess alone.

Cleo could not help that gasp that escaped her, startled by the sudden appearance of the dark hunter. How effortlessly he moved to penetrate that creature with meticulousness... perhaps the best she had seen in some time.. to be able to calculate an aerial attack like that so smoothly. He made it look effortless. Her remaining blade still within her hand would have been useless upon such a wound unless she found a way to climb the creature. There was no way she desired to risk her life by madly riding a thrashing writhing snake... not as he so shunned her powers so easily. Fae... as it would tragically never quite possess the durability of other species such as their immortal hunter counterparts.

The snake cried out the moment that blade pierced that horrible gaping wound. Worry and perhaps self preservation struck her as she backed up just a little more, near startling as the cold damp walls pressed against her back just as the hunter's feet met dexterously met with the floor. His blade continued its fatal trail, yet he remained upright.. at least not for long. The snake seemed to sway as if about to faint. One last gasp and a broken sound, gurgling with the blood that unhinderedly oozed more freely from that wound than before. How it could remain tall.. even for those moments with his head half attached was a miracle onto itself. The liquid that appeared almost black in the dim light... oozed unhindered. Its head seemed to flop to the side like a macabre wide smile before the beast soon plummeted, slow motion like a tipping giant tree... that sent tremors that she could feel beneath her. What a horrible sight... How far gone passed that chance for salvation. She could not help but feel... pity for the creature.. a certain sadness tugging upon her heart. She winced as the golden hunter so kicked the beast.. that did not flinch or move.

She knew it was dead... feeling that connection seep away from its body. Perhaps it would finally find peace in death, something it clearly lacked in life. The hunter uttered those final words and without the danger of the beast hovering over them he seemed to allow his gaze to linger upon her alluring form. That sound drawing her gaze once more to him. Exemplary bait. That was what she was reduced to in the year 2019. "As it would seem.." She seemed to ponder, a small secretive smile touching her lips. She moved forward pushing off from that wall. How she longed to leave this dreadful sewer. But perhaps... it could wait for a moment.

"I do have to say, you play dead.. exceptionally well.." How she thought the man had left the moment he had come to. The reason why he stayed.. perhaps an indication to his character. Her eyes lingering on his imposing physique just so. "You aren't too hurt are you?" She questioned, he hardly be hurting too much although there was no harm in asking.. The Egyptain queen perhaps concerned for that golden knight.

She moved with sureness in her step, toward the fallen beast in which she inspected with the utmost vigilance. That blood spilled an appearing black glossy pool by her face, the woman careful not to get any on her. "It is a shame that he had fallen so far from grace where not even kindness could reach him." She lowered down into a crouch allowing her hand to press against the smooth scales, surprisingly soft.. that was until she accidently nicked herself upon one of those sharp spears. She hissed a gasp... pulling her slender hang back in a near flinching manner. That hurt.. Rude! Even in death. A sigh escaped her as she inspected the blood that pooled upon her fingertip.. Too dangerous.. indeed.. She waited not a single moment longer before her gaze shifted toward the dagger, removing it from the beast's skull with a simple yanking motion. "Death was a mercy.." She uttered softly before smoothly rising.. after wiping that blade upon its vacant body. She slid those blades back into those sheaths strapped to her thigh. She would need to see to them later. How rarely she ever had to use them..

She pivoted upon her heel to face the hunter. "Your blade.. I looked for it when you were indisposed.. was it bound to you?" She considered this curiously, the weapon was almost as impressive of the man who wielded it. A fleeting question... She stepped forward... missing the glinting bangle that had fallen from her wrist. Her snakes seeming to shift upon her, tightening their hold as if assuring her of their safety.

"I suppose I owe you... my thanks." She paused, her gaze unwaveringly met his own, studying him as if determining something she did not voice. But at the very least both were very much alive.