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
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
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

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.

Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium

The Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium (PDZA) is an award-winning combined zoo and aquarium located within the Southern Part of Sacrosanct. Situated on 92 acres in Sacrosanct's Hyde Park, the zoo and aquarium are home to over 9,000 specimens representing 367 animal species. Point Defiance is also widely known for its conversation efforts regarding the breed and release program of Red Wolves.

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.

PhD in Plant Biology Abigail Hughes

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Posted on May 10, 2014 by Alekai
South
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"What the hell are you muttering?"




Why such a creature would somehow be given the gift of being able to communicate in its wretched animal form he hardly knows, it's almost as if whatever God exists seeks to irritate him all the more by blessing the power of speech upon some mangy, dog-like creature that probably practised Satan-Worship or something similar from the looks of its pelt. It is tiresome, Az thinks, to be constantly surrounded by these irritable, argumentative creatures. Wouldn't it be better to be dead? To return as something else? To be free of that foul animal body? He was doing them a favour, all of them and yet so few of them seemed willing to die. Were's least of all. They fought harder, or so he thinks from his years of experience. Witches seemed limited in their lifespans, more like humans with a little....flare and he assumes them the most tolerable of the races. Vampires had the sporadic martyr who came forward to die, tired of hundreds of years of life and finally seeking that release. The occasional Were came along with much the same inclination, not from boredom from long life, more so- a creature once human, desperately seeking death before being forced to suffer the pain of another change. Those born Were....they were the worst, the most violent, they had no thoughts or feelings, they were little more then cursed animals. Some of them, apparently, having gone mad from to long spent sniffing the sidewalk, the female wolfs words seeing what little patience he had left spike. For an instinctive creature she seemed to have little ability for self-preservation.




As for her words. They only saw the young mans eyes narrow darkly. His hormones? What the hell right did she have to be sniffing at that? Mate with her? Where the fuck did she get that idea? Maybe the young witch did remind him of someone, someone he hadn't seen in, what was it now? Fifty years? She looked so very much like Evelyn that it was astounding, that brief moment of shock having forced a hesitation on his part. A mistake and one he is not going to repeat again. He should be better then that, he should never have paused in the first place, the witch should be dead, not...cowering against a tree. He can almost hear Evelyn laughing at him, mocking him for such a rookie mistake. He used to hesitate all the time, always used to second guess himself when it came to women....or children. He was from older times, older ways, a mans job was to protect the fairer sex, to provide for them- not point a gun at them, no matter the race. Evelyn had shown him though, shown him exactly what they really were, even behind the guise of pretty eyes and feminine voices. Leeches, Animals and Freaks of Nature that's all they were, that's all he should see- all he had seen for fifty years. It is laughable really, that the young witch before him should so resemble the one responsible for Az's existence, for making him into the thing he is and yet life is full of such little ironies- that once, may have made him laugh. As it was, the wolfs words only sought to irritate him further. What the hell would a wolf know? She probably screwed every male in sight when she was in season. She isn't right, of that he is entirely sure. So why do the word catch in his throat? Why can't he force out the 'no' he wants to damn well shout at her. He never could....lie- but that hardly meant he had to be honest. Did he want to mate with the witch?




"Not here and now I don't."




It was hardly a yes and not exactly a no either and yet he is entirely sure neither was about to pick up on the half-truth or the twist in his words. Eighty years of practice has assured he can very near overcome this particular weakness with clever words. Maybe the wolf can smell...something in his hormones, maybe he does find the witch mildly...physically appealing. Yet that is evidently not enough to stop him from pulling the trigger, her scream offset by the snarling wolf and the battle that follows, cold steel cutting in the animals flesh, that satisfying line of blood matting into her fur as she moved back to defend the witch again. Maybe, if he cared, he'd half admire the half dead wolf for still trying, the animal a final strike away from meeting the death it deserves. Instead- he finds his attention drawn back to the raven-haired woman, if only to rather shamefully allow the deep gold of his amber eyes to observe the view as she reached for the gun, entirely distracted by the plunging neckline until his sluggish mind seemed to register her grip upon the weapon, flying forward in that moment to pluck it out of her hands- only to crash into the ground.




For a moment the young man seems almost stunned, unable to understand how he has ended up in this position upon the forest floor. He doesn't make mistakes. Never. Whatever ridiculous spell the young witch is weaving seeming to have made him tragically less observant than normal, head turning back to notice his left foot firmly ensnared in his own trap, the man having run over it in a blur, steel and silver teeth clamped down upon the fine Italian leather of his boot- fortunately protecting his foot all the same as he scowled, eyeing his foot with disdain as if he may very well be disappointed in the appendage before he remembers the woman. He rolls backward, slowly, into a sitting position, hood fortunately still in place and keeping much of his face thankfully obscured as he lifts his hands in a gesture of innocence.




"Let's not doing anything.....crazy now."




Like shoot him. Whether she could actually fire the gun he had no idea and yet he had no desire to offer her the chance, nor allow the wolf a shot at his prone form, knife still very much within his grip, even with hands raised. The wolf however, is no longer the object of his attention, gold eyes held against the stormy grey of the woman's own as lashings of gold hair fall across his own face, ever so slightly beginning to twist his left foot.




"I'm just going to stand up, that's all, I promise."




It had to be the truth, after all. He managed to pull himself upright, hands still raised like a bank robber caught in the headlights of a police care, offering the girl a crooked grin that was almost boyish in design, twisting his foot still until he felt it come loose in his shoe. He'd always like these boots- shame he was going to have to sacrifice one. His movement is a blur once more, foot slipped free of his left boot, leaving the pricy shoe entrapped within the snare as he rushes from it, twisting to appear behind the woman once more. His chest presses up against her back, arms encircling her easily as his hand moves to gently pry his gun from her fingers, one bare and silent thought given to wonder just how soft her skin might feel beneath him before he pried his gun free.




"Thank you."




It is barely a murmur before a rush of speed sees him gone entirely, leaving only his left leather boot resting within the trap. Hmm, he'll have to come back for that, he's rather fond of that shoe. Hopefully neither woman decides to take it, he's going to have to track them down if they do.




Alekai Azrael Evero
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