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

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Posted on May 30, 2020 by MATTEO
South



The world was nothing short of...conflicting in youth. Perhaps, even now, with his own youth long since passed Matteo was still inclined to find the world a curiously obscure place and yet those fears that had plagued him in his younger days, those worries that had felt as if they gnawed at his soul- had passed. Indeed, they had been replaced by an entirely different set of worries. The very sort that came with worrying for one's own children. Each stage of life so brought with it a new set of concerns and while perhaps his own had hardly lessened- he remembered those very ones that seemed to plague Arya now. He had felt them too- once. Matteo so doing his best to offer those words which had taken him years to find and understand in some hope that they might bring some peace to the girl and her troubled soul. How simple a decision it seemed to join a pack and yet, for a Were, a pack was....life. A chosen family. One who might well, in time, come to mean more to a Were then those family of blood. It was in the nature of their very species to seek that connection. Matteo long since having come to believe that very connection had, more than once, saved his own son from a path of hell-bent destruction of himself. His pack needed him and for them- Tetradore survived. For them he persisted. If only they knew how very much he did for them.

Matteo allowed such thoughts to pass for now. The Frenchman instead returned his attention to his young companion as she recalled the story of the scar that had found its way to her flesh and the insistence that, in the very least, she had gained a significantly toughened appearance because of it. How readily that simper of amusement found the Fenchmans lips. Matteo inclined to chuckle softly as he eyed that very wound before agreeing that such a battle scar was surely one to be proud of. The young woman's efforts to appear all the tougher only furthered that humour upon his features. Arya further proclaimed that everyone should be afraid of her. Her slender femanine frame was so clearly terrifying. The young woman insisted that at least the scar provided a story- one that made herself far less boring then she had originally believed herself to be. Matteo's own head shook gently, the near ancient Fae affording him companion a warm simper then.

"There are few WereSeal's in the world. I think, Mon Amie, you were always interesting but I will say this- the scar does make for a very good story."

That tale he had been offered, he suspected, was perhaps something of a short version of the truth and yet that very truth was for herself and Tetradore alone. Matteo finding himself near amused to consider it before Arya's query on speaking to Tetradore himself prompted the Frenchman to offer his own truth. The sinking of the Ark had been nothing short of...traumatic for the Nightshade Pack. The circumstances that surrounded it equally so. That engine failure and subsequent explosion Tetradore had attempted to convince the pack off had placated them and yet how the loss of that ship had all but fractured his sons already broken soul. How difficult it was becoming to hold Aiden together. Matteo assured he had long since run out of that metaphorical tape and string he had been using to hold together those crumbling pieces of his son. Yet- that hope existed still. He had already seen it. That new Ark, when it came, would be far better then the old one had ever been. The Nightshade pack, within it, destined to find a sense of security and a far more lavish lifestyle. Arya's features however were quick to pale at his offering of that news, the young woman quick to seek assurance that every member of tht pack had made it out. Matteo nodded, his accented words parting his lips once more.

"Oui, Mon Cherie. Each of them made it out in time and none were injured. You have nothing to fear."

He offered that assurance softly as Arya seemed to further contemplate that sinking ship, her eyes so momentarily cast downward, the young woman lost to her own thoughts. Yet, if it was Tetradore she still sought, the Frenchman was near assured that finding him would hardly be so terribly difficult. Even with his pack scattered to the wind in that moment, its Alpha so rarely strayed terribly far from the West and the territory he had laid claim to long ago. Those places Matteo was assured his son might frequent were offered readily to Arya then. The Frenchman pausing but briefly to allow the faintest touch of his own affinity to find him then. Those silvery risis were momentarily lost beneath a surge of scarlett red before quickly fading once more. Matteo, today, so hardly having bothered with the sunglasses he often wore to conceal that very imagery. Arya, it seemed, had noticed that brief change in colour- the woman blinking in curiosity beside him and yet- as was so often the way of the Frenchman- he saw but little need to explain it. A near impish smile so finding his lips then, that warm grin hardly faltering as he regarded his pleasant young companion.
"I have been told my eyes sometimes look different in certain light- or if I wear pastels."

That, he knew, was so hardly what she had seen and yet how very amusing it was to see that confusion upon her features. The woman, like so many before her, caught between that curiosity and desire to be polite. Matteo, in that moment, so purposefully entangling her all the more in that near harmless game of sorts. Ah, but she was such a lovely young woman.She would surely not mind his teasing her but just a little bit. Arya was quick to recover all the same. The young woman insisted she would write down those times he had offered her in the hopes she might find Tetradore. Arya reached into her pocket then, the young woman pulled her phone from within before her very features seemed to pale suddenly once more. Whatever it was she had seen upon its screen so clearly causing her seom measure of distress as she hurried to input those dates and put that phone away. Her voice, this time, having lost that sweet, light-hearted edge it had held before as she insisted she had surely kept enough of his time. What a truly curious young woman. Matteo's gaze shifted from her features and down towards her hands. The shake they seemed to find was nothing short of clear and yet for a moment still the near-ancient Fae so merely observed that young woman- before his own hand reached out to momentarily find her own.

"Your hands looked cold, Mon Amie. I think perhaps you should wear gloves next time, non?"

His hand rested atop her own for the barest of moments. How surely it was not gloves they really spoke of in that moment and yet indirectness was so often the way to directness in turn. He afforded her hands a fleeting and yet gentle squeeze before Matteo so proceeded to lie abruptly back. The French Fae was too tall for that towel, his head resting within the sand itself and yet in that moment he was assured he hardly minded as his hands came to rest on his own chest. Arya's insistence she had spoiled his plans for the day met with a small wave of his hand. Whether or not she might wish to speak of thwart had been on her phone he hardly knew and yet- Matteo was content to present her that chance all the same. Perhaps she might simply wish to sit beside him. That too was a service he was assured he could offer.

"I am not so busy today."



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