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

Dead man walking;


Posted on July 01, 2020 by Brennan O'Connell
South

I've sailed a thousand oceans to be here in your arms.

Brennan was deep within his boat, upon that lonely dock he called his own. Books, as usual had been his companion in the evening as he buried himself within those aged cryptic pages as if he could find some kind of answers within those ancient texts. As usual, it produced nothing. He slammed the heavy, leather bound book shut with a finality, a curse fresh upon his lips. How the cursed warlock managed to stay out of the demon's line of sight was beyond him. Perhaps he.. It, or whatever that grotesque entity was had grown busy. Busy with some other poor shit desperate enough to curse himself. The dark circles that formed beneath the man's eyes, or the week long stubble that lined his jaw had to have show that Brennan was tired. Dorian's gifted blade had served him well... and Serafina was still making sense of that stupid book, or perhaps she had simply grown tired of trying. She had a life without him. She was busy with her hunter, he couldn't fault her in that. She deserved what he could not have. He was beginning to think books were not the god damn answer that he should just face the thing with that blade and let the best man win. Man... as if that thing was a man at all!

He was sick of staring at those weathered pages older than himself. If this was all he had traded his life for, it was hardly a life at all. The roguish warlock sat in the darkness, save for a dim warm, inviting light illuminating the dining table. It brought him little comfort. He swallowed the sweet whiskey he had poured himself, the only solace to a tired man, it warmed him from the inside. But even that had lost its appeal. One could only drown themselves so much. He put those books and pages away, along with the rest, where he would undoubtedly have to deal with the next night and the night after that. Yet even through that heavy tiredness, he still tried, somehow unwilling to face death so long as he had sea air in his lungs. Simply because he was too damn stubborn to die... or maybe... it was the only thing he feared.... Beyond the obvious that he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge anymore.

He thought he heard a thud, passing it off as just another wave hitting the side of the boat at an odd angle. He was familiar with all kinds of sounds of the night by the water, comforted by it. He knew how to differentiate that... and the sound of trouble. Hell, the mark on his arm was a literal alarm system. Barney shifted suddenly, his regal black head shot upwards as his body grew tense and aware. Brennan could hardly help that habitual glance to the inside mark upon his arm. No glow. It was probably nothing worth his notice. Very few bothered with the Irish warlock here, which was how he had preferred it as of late. Who would have thought he would turn into the bitter old man with the permanent scowl upon his face. Of all the hardship he had endured it was a wonder it took this long. He drank another welcomed mouthful of that amber substance which coated his throat, his tongue. How much would it be tonight? He wondered mutely, a hum drew from his chest in consideration as his fingers toyed with the edge of the table.

Another vague sound of a thud upon his dock, an ominous unplaceable sound saw the hellhound rush to his feet, an anxious whine indicated trouble before he was gone. The hellbeast was nothing but a black blur that skittered up and out of the ship, his nails undoubtedly marking his once pristine wooden boat. Fucking hell.

The wind it would seem, carried Raylin's weak call away from the Irish warlock's ears, but not Barnabus. No. He was already on that dock with the bloodied girl upon it nudging the familiar girl with his cold wet nose, huffing that humid breath as he examined that blood. A mix between a drawn out whine and bark loud enough to rise the warlock from his tomb. "Alright... I am coming." His irish brogue ran out. Couldn't he be left in peace? It was a moment when he saw the familiar hair illuminated by a light on the dock that saw him change from ambling grump to... something far faster. He all but leapt off the ship. He questioned as he moved towards her, although he already knew the answer with every step. He lowered to pick up the gun, before he tossed it idly onto the cushion inside his boat. Can't leave that about. But it hardly slowed him as he moved to her side, the worried whine of Barney echoed as he stared at his master. That look alone, perhaps a pleasing thing, saying... Help her. That glamoured hellhound liked so very few people and yet Raylin, he took to instantly.

Gone was the vivacious woman he had known... What the hell happened? "Raylin.." He uttered, falling to his knees to examine her. His hands hardly knew where to land with so much blood, he needed her inside. "What have you gotten yourself into? It looks like you pissed off a shark." He muttered. It was hard to see the damage in the lowlight but in an instant he had her scooped in his arms and brought inside, Barney glued to his side. At least she was breathing...

"Ray, look at me.." There was an uncharacteristic softness to his tone as he looked down upon her. He moved with haste into his boat, down the steps so he could bring her inside. A familiar place to her, he placed her with care onto the couch next to where his switch panel was. He questioned as he immediately pulled out his first aid kit and a fresh towel, quick to press it against the still bleeding wound. The bite looked no larger than a human's jaw. Hm.

The Irish man was no stranger to wounds, having suffered through far more than he could count. So long as he could keep her with him, he was certain he could patch her up. What better way... to wake her... up... than to provoke the girl. He knew her nature, or at least he thought he did. "This new 'I got mauled' look doesn't really suit you." He attempted to push the concern out of his tone in lieu for something far more goading. After all.. A pissed off Raylin was better than a dead one. She needed that spirit now more than anything. He applied more pressure to the wound, he would need her awake for what happens next. He was certain the young woman would be cursing his name in no time. At least he hoped.

Brennan O'Connell

a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor

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