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.

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Posted on June 29, 2020 by Kit Marks
South


The longer they sat at that table staring at each other, the more the tension in the air became palpable. Even though he didn't have a power to tell him as much, Kit could see the growing nervousness in her pretty features. It was her eyes. They told him how scared she was and his hand gave hers a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure her. Whatever it was, she was scared of, he would help her. He couldn't say no. He hated the idea of her being scared to tell him anything. They never really talked about what he did for a living but if she knew, surely she'd never be afraid to tell him anything, not with the things he handled on a daily basis. As a Hunter, he ran into his fair share of Werewolves, Fae, and Vampires who were up to no good. He even ran into some supernaturals that he wasn't even sure they had a name for yet.

He did it all in the name of good vs. evil though and he found a deep satisfaction from his line of work. He was helping people. He was making the world a safer place. He didn't expect that he'd have someone to protect so soon. The moment the words left Sam's lips, Kit felt immensely different. Like something in the air had changed, he knew that his life would never be the same again. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Had he planned on being a father? Maybe some day. It wasn't like he didn't have an eternity to find someone to share that with. He just wasn't looking for it to happen now. He really couldn't have asked for a better partner to do this with, though. Even though Sam and he had barely spent three days together, tops, he knew enough about her not to feel afraid for the future child.

She was intelligent and grounded. She was independent and sure of herself. She would make an excellent mother, if the child lived. He'd seen a lot of heartbreak when he lived in a Fae community with his parents as a child. A lot of Fae lost their unborn children, and he wondered if Sam knew how rare it was to even be able to get pregnant with a full Fae child. So many wished for that chance and would never get it. He willed himself to keep breathing through the earth shattering news, giving her hand a gentle squeeze to let her know he was still present and he wasn't going anywhere. She looked even more nervous, if that were even possible, when he asked how far along. She thought for a moment, his gaze automatically watching her hand slide a strand of fire red hair behind her ear. He fought the urge to do that himself.

She finally said about 8-10 weeks, saying she wasn't sure when exactly they hooked up and adding on that she hadn't done that with anyone else. He couldn't stop the flood of relief he felt in those last few words, even if she didn't have to add them on. He would never accuse her of coming to him if she wasn't sure who the father would be. He liked to think he knew her better than that. Still, it was nice (one way to put it) to know he'd been the only one to share her bed in the last few months. "I haven't with anyone else either." He admitted, though he wasn't exactly sure why. It didn't have anything to do with this particular situation but he just felt like she needed to know, too. He had no idea how far her feelings for him went. Maybe she'd feel relief like he did or maybe she wouldn't care, one way or another.

When she said she could feel the baby, his brow shot up in surprise. At 8 weeks, she could feel it? But then she explained further, saying she had the power to sense emotions and she could already read the baby's emotions. His expression softened at the idea, his curiosity getting the better of him. What did a baby feel inside the womb? He almost wanted to ask but didn't want to come across as a complete idiot. A small smile tugged at his lips. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He shifted in his chair, almost itching to reach out and touch her stomach but he knew he wouldn't be able to feel anything at this early of a stage. "Is it...happy?" He wondered if she could tell by the emotions what the gender was. Not that he had a preference. He'd never imagined a little boy to play catch with or a little girl to have tea parties with. As long as the child was happy and healthy, he didn't care either way.

She answered his question soon enough, her eyes so happy in those moments as she told him the baby was happy and had been ever since he sat down. His eyes widened a little, wondering if the baby could somehow sense he was here. It was a pure Fae child so maybe it already had some kind of power? If it took after its mother, maybe it could sense emotions or thoughts, too, something to know he was here. But did it feel that connection? Did it know he was family? His heart melted just thinking about how he wanted to bond with the baby. "Really?" He couldn't help but ask, his eyes hopeful. When he asked if she needed anything, she suddenly seemed a little lost and he wished he could take back the words, wanting to go back to that little bubble of happiness they both felt just moments before.

Finally she said she didn't know, admitting she didn't think he would still be here. He offered a sheepish smile at that. Figuring she had more to say, he waited patiently, smiling when she squeezed his hand. Then she asked what he wanted, going on to explain how she didn't expect to get pregnant since she died. Shock and then horror crossed his features at that and his hand jumped a little in hers though he never let go. If anything, he held on tighter as his eyes widened. "You were turned? I'm sorry, I just assumed you were born." They had never talked about stuff like that and it saddened him to think she had been killed to become a Fae. There was no pretty way to dress it up, even if they made it into a ritual. He'd seen all the good, bad, and the ugly of turning a human Fae and he'd never wish that on anyone.

To know she'd gone through that just made him admire her all the more. She was so much stronger than she knew. When she pointed out she couldn't just go to a doctor, he smirked. "Well, you could. They just might end up putting you both in a lab, especially if the baby comes out with wings." He cringed, remembering how his own brother, Troy, was born. He was trying to keep things light but his expression softened and he gave her hand another squeeze, hoping she knew he wasn't trying to frighten her or make fun of the situation. "I'm going to help you through this, Sam. I've seen a lot of Fae pregnancies, too many in my opinion." He scowled a little. "I used to live in a community of Fae. My parents were pure Fae and were upheld with the greatest respect for birthing and raising not one but two Fae children of their own. A lot of the pregnant women came to see my mother for advice and I was a nosy child."

He said as explanation, not wanting her to think he'd made other Fae pregnant before. His face sobered a little and his brows furrowed to show his concern. "I can't promise it'll be easy. It's rare for a Fae to become pregnant. Even more rare still to carry out a healthy pregnancy and give birth to a healthy baby. You have to be extra careful for the next 7 months and expect your own powers to...fluctuate a little. Hormones will throw everything off, especially in the later stages." He took another breath and leaned in toward her a little, that smile still tugging at his lips as he listened to her last words. "That makes two of us." He admitted. Oh yeah, he was in deep with this one.



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