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
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
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.
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 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.
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.
MS in Plant Biology Abigail Hughes
Everything had changed since Alistair's unanticipated transformation over winter. Though the world had begun to panic over some impending flu, the once confident artist was only just beginning to find some resemblance of normality in his life again. He struggled to grow accustomed to those overwhelming senses that provided him with an assault of information, those sights, scents, and sounds all the more intense then they had ever been. It was as if he was on some sensory high that was all but impossible to come down from. He had tried to return to work after that unforgettable weekend - his coworkers altogether oblivious of that change that had overcome him, much less his strikingly close brush with death and yet...he'd found that corporate office a struggle to stay in for long periods of time. The fluorescent hue of the lights that he'd once sat beneath for hours now gave him a splitting headache, provoking the artist to frequently escape for long 'breaks' outside.
A soft breath left his lips as he stepped outside into the spring air, the weather still nippy despite the receding of winter. His maker's words still echoed within his thoughts as he wandered towards the Southern seaside. Adrien had told him that everything would be different now, just as he had spoken of putting his new skills to good use with the council - to stop another vampire from leaving behind a soul that was less fortunate than he had been. All of it still felt too much when the newly turned Hunter was still just trying to adjust to what he was. A frown pulled at the corners of his features as he made his way towards the comforting sound of the ocean, the melody of those waves somehow comforting in a world that now felt anything but. He settled on a nearby picnic bench, the artist holding distinctly little interest in wetting his feet or enduring the sand in the slightest when it so had a tendency to get everywhere. Rather, he dug through his messenger back, hunting for the sketchbook that so often accompanied him everywhere.
Immediately Alistair pulled out his graphite pencils, the man easily flipping to a blank page. For now, he ignored those work sketches and his present projects, the artist content to simply draw the crashing of the waves upon the ocean shore. Effortlessly, he ignored the chattering of several young teenagers further down the beach, the man hardly even glancing up as another woman passed him - that was, until those instincts near slammed into him. That sense - he knew that sense. Abruptly, Alistair glanced up, his emerald irises settling upon a young woman that stood upon the beach, burying her toes in the sand as she stared out at the ocean. She felt like...like Adrien. She was a Dark Hunter...like him. Was he supposed to acknowledge her? She was, after all, the first of his own kind he'd met beyond his own maker and now, Alistair felt strikingly like a fish out of water. He watched as she pulled a cigarette from her bag, only to flip through her phone aimlessly. Whatever message she decided to send was short-lived, however, before her phone was tossed back into her bag. He should go. Those very desires to not acknowledge his change and their newly shared species prompted the man to rise, his very eagerness to go saw his knee bump into the picnic table, the action sending his pencils rolling down the wood and into the sand. "Fuck." The word was muttered with a sigh - so much for the quick disappearing act.