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
Beachside Bar & Bistro
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

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.

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.

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.

BA in Plant Biology Abigail Hughes

come ride with me to a distant shore


Posted on April 08, 2020 by Rixon Leifsson
South



Frost could hardly prevent the fashion in which his thoughts seemed to near collide with Alexander's own. The stallion, in that moment, making little effort to attempt to pull his mind from that connection they shared. Alexander's position upon his back and too that impending rock fall was quick to align the equine's priorities towards survival rather than any effort at mental privacy. Alexander's own loathing for Khan near seeped from the Hunter's thoughts and into Frost's own. The stallion was inclined to find himself growing only more agitated as his hooves skidded and slipped upon that narrow precipice. The first true tendrils of panic began to grip at his heart and mind. There was nowhere to go. Those paths were hopelessly blocked, the trail above them utterly unreachable. The single and only choice that presented itself was whether or not he desired to be crushed to death beneath a rock fall or leap to his own demise from the side of the mountain ridge and into the valley below. There was a chance, no matter how slim, that Alexander might yet survive the fall. The Hunter breed was nothing if not hardy and Frost himself was sure to take most of that impact and yet- any chance for his own survival was near non-existent. How displeasing it would be to die like this. Frost, for but another singular moment, was content to think of his own pack, his mate and the children she would be forced to raise alone. God damnit.

Alexander's command to shut up pressed potently agianst his thoughts and yet Frost afforded those words little more than a pinning of his ears. His mind, here and now, refused to find silence when he so desperately sought an escape. His thoughts and Alexander's own twisted and bent into a hopeless mess of white noise that only saw that adrenaline within him spike as the war horse's violet gaze darted left and right in search of anything that might provide some other option than the inevitable death that seemed to thunder ever closer down that mountainside. God they were running out of time. Frost's gaze seemed to fixate upon that valley below. The equine, somewhere within his mind, seemed to have come to that inevitable decision. The world, for the barest of moments, seeming...silent. Each muscle within the equines body grew taut. Alexander's desperate efforts to grasp at the reins was barely felt as the stallion's teeth bit down upon the steel bit between his teeth to prevent Alex forcing his head backward and away. If they stood any longer they would both die. Frost, for near all of his life, having been a man of decision. This decision made with that some stubbornness and assurance he had made all the others. Frost's hooves scraped briefly against the ground as the first of those falling boulders collided with the ground beside him, the stallion launching himself out and into that free space with Alexander left clinging to his mane.

Gravity was quick to reach for the pair. The horse and rider were both sent plummeting toward the earth. That feeling of falling was almost sickening. Frost's breath was all but ripped from his lungs, his eyes watering with the sheer rush of air as they fell. This....was going to hurt. Hopefully, by some mercy, he might die quickly and spare Alexander the....struggle of having to put him out of his own misery. Frost was oblivious to the rapid shift in his own figure and the way his very shoulders seemed to rotate. A sharp sensation of pain, one quickly dulled by adrenaline, the only indication of the wings that had begun to form at his sides. Frost, by instinct alone, extending those fully formed appendages. The wind suddenly caught beneath them, both Hunter and horse jerked violently upward. That sudden jerk had barely had time to register within Frost's mind. The pair caught mere feet above the ground before the speed of that fall sent them gliding sideways and towards the valley wall. Frosts hooves scrambled frantically in search of purchase. The war horse, utterly unable to control those wings, seemed only to grow more frantic. Those enormous feathery white appendages flapped haphazardly, one wing clipping the side of the mountain and sending the pair tumbling violently again as that trajectory was lost and the pair sent spiraling downward. Frost, by some miracle, landed upon his hooves and yet that rush of panicked adrenaline was, this time, far too much. The sensation of something, or someone, clinging to his sides readily resulted in that decidedly distinctive equine reaction.

Frost's entire form launched upward once more. Alexander all but forgotten in those moments as the war horse broke into that series of bone jarring bucks. The very wings that terrified him only flapping all the more as a result of those gymnastics and furthering the stallions panic. Alexander's cursing was lost beneath the thundering of his own hooves as Frost launched wildly forward into a near headstand. The Hunter on his back was forced to lean as far back as he could to prevent himself from being unseated. Frost's hooves crashed back to earth once more, the stallion lunging wildy forward as his truly large, magnificent wings outstretched again. The movement in his periphery only terrifying him more. Alexander's hand dug fiercely into his mane, the Hunter throwing himself forward and agianst Frost's neck only to throw his free hand forward and over Frost's only working eye. The sudden onrush of blackness prompted the stallion to whirl a final time before freezing in place with legs braced. The sweat that ran from his form near dripping onto the ground as Frost simply remained frozen as horses were so prone to do without sight. His mind continued to whirl. His sides heaved with that effort and heavy breathing. Alexander's voice, finally, seeming to permeate that fog.

God he'd lost his other eye. He couldn't see. God he was going to be blind forever. Where was the ground? The ledge? How had they gotten down from the ledge? Blood. He could smell blood. Alexander's command to be still, in Frost's own language, at last seemed to prompt a...release of the tension within the equine's figure. Frost exhaled heavily and loudly as some of that energy seemed to fade from his muscles. The elder man's insistence he would fix it, followed by those Greek words he hardly understood, only further encouraged that calm. Those words were somehow soothing. Where...was he? He was standing, that much he knew. The ground beneath his feet felt nothing but firm. Both ears rotated backward then, Frost, at last, listening entirely to the man upon his back. The stallion hardly daring to take another step for fear of tumbling off an edge he had failed to see. The warmth of Alexander's hand agianst his face began to become apparent.

"Something.....hurts. I don't know what it is. My shoulder maybe? I can smell my own blood."

Frost's mind had hardly made that connection between that...pain he felt and the body part he couldn't seem to identify, let alone hardly knew he had. His weight shifted ever so slightly. That small movement prompted the feathers of one wing to drag across the ground. The sweeping noise they made saw every muscle within his body tighten all over again and yet, this time, Frost hardly dared to move. That human part of his mind fighting to push through the equine anxiety that was so instinctive.

"I'm caught in something. I can hear it. I can't see though. I can't see anything, Alex."

The Hunter had promised he would fix it. Frost, in that moment, so desperately relying on him to do just that. The war horse had lost all sensation of where he was, much less what was going on.




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