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

still just a rat in a cage

Posted on January 17, 2020 by Marcelo Rumeir

So many faces always passed him by, coming in and out of life. Very few conversations were memorable and even fewer stuck out as extraordinary. They seemed to all be the same. Courteous, exchanging names. The world tended to get in a pattern and rarely would it stray from its own idea of 'normal', no matter how he tried it always seemed to be deemed boring. Sure, some days were just boring enough to enjoy the calm, but it hardly lasted long with Marcelo. The boy with locks of brandished gold and eyes as dark as chocolate kept some faces though to the forefront of his mind, they did not simply drift into the nothingness that so many others did.

Iliana comes to mind.

Of course she does.

The fae that had been quite entertaining to the jackal boy. It was refreshing, in a way, to find a woman so unbroken, who was in love with life and moonlight in her eyes. Iliana was entertaing, and there was something about her that reminded Marcelo of his little sister, something innocent and pure, but more eternal than his little sister had ever been because Josie's bones had become brittle, dead, dust, and gone. Even though Marcelo does not quite think it, he knows there is safety in Iliana, she was fae, she was immortal, she would not go the same way as Josie did, as Nadya will one day in the future. Marcelo could keep her here, he would be sure of that.

He follows her voice upwards and the wide grin on her porcelain face is enough for Marcelo's tail to begin to wag as he stares up at her with amber eyes of honey, his stare is golden and intense, but there is humor that leaps from its pages. "Nope, just me," he barks towards her. How easy it was to communicate with Iliana. His ears press forward atop his head as he listens to her words and he finds a mock growl in his throat, deep, but undeniably playful. "Well, maybe I ought to teach Mr. Crow a lesson, huh?" He says jokingly. Golden eyes shift as Marcelo watches her climb down the tree with ease. Sitting back on his haunches, he looks up at her, tail still wagging slightly. "Did you ever doubt I would?" He questions her with an amused look.

Suddenly she jumps and Marcelo follows suit quickly after, jumping closer to Iliana and turning to keep his eyes pealed to the forest around him for whatever may have caused such a reaction from her. His ears pin against his head and a more treacherous growl raises within him, a warning. But, as his dark nose twitches to the air around him, he begins to realize that there is no scent upon the wind, no smell of death that vampires give, no other were, and there is no sign of a hunter, all he smells is the forest and Iliana. Why was she so jumpy?

In the next moment she is back to her joyful excited and eager self. Marcelo raises that tawny head to look up at her with curiosity. "Whats gotten into you today?" He asks her, tilting that head to the side as he once more sits upon his rear end, tail no longer wagging, concern clear upon his face as she comes to kneel before him, stroking his coat.

(Oh no, it was way too difficult to concentrate with her stroking him like that.)
(Dang it, why did that feel so nice?)

No, focus.

Golden eyes carefully exam her and from his angle as he stares up at her, Marcelo sees something off color poking out through the sleeve of her jacket. Instantly, he knew what it was, the same coloring he had seen upon his sister's ribs after a less than kind encounter with some of the children in their village. Quickly, he shifts, four legs to two, tail disappears, where was once fur is now sun kissed skin, dirty blonde hair remaining atop his head. He kneels in his boxer briefs before her, entirely unashamed as he gently reaches forward to move her jacket sleeve upwards upon her arm to reveal the bruises that coated them. "Who did this to you?" HIs tone is dark, but it is not towards Iliana. Though no longer a jackal, a growl remains in his throat. "I'll kill 'em."

And it is so much more than just a threat.
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
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