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.

PhD in Plant Biology Abigail Hughes

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Posted on December 07, 2020 by Mira Ramos

Some fear fire, but I've become it.

That outfit, that one Kinnley seemed so determined to put her in, certainly looked different. It looked good the way it clung to her curves and played peekaboo with the eye. But there wasn't anything practical about a skirt. Or perhaps the same thing could be said about a dress. But the dress made sense, it served a function for a function. She'd worn those dresses at the influx of those weddings Tetradore and she attended all those months ago. Those lavish gowns were so unlike what she'd normally worn too and yet it hardly prompted the same reaction, not even that thigh high split made her take pause. Yet it was still not something she would wear behind her bar. A place she had grown to miss after months of it being without the Ark, the familiarity, the purpose, the guests, she even missed the sly glances from her now boyfriend as silly as it sounded. The golden eyes she-wolf peered at her reflection in the mirror with a beaming Kinnley to her right, the woman was briefly forgotten to the haunting reminder of her thoughts. It looked good and there was no real reason why she shouldn't own at least one skirt. Not any more. Even if it was far from her usual attire, she was far from her once usual life. She could be who she wanted, wear what she wanted. Those thoughts made for better memories. Not to mention how far away they were.. Yet it was that nagging little voice that everyone has.. If anything... she might have felt more empowered, to choose to wear it.. Knowing that she was in a place in her life where skirts were better to avoid. It just was something she'd learn early enough. There were some things you simply did not do.. A skirt was one of them. Hell.. and even then it still wasn't enough. How many lesser wolves she had to put in their place to set her point? How many ranks she had she once had to climb out of necessity for the sake of survival and nothing more?

How different her life had changed. For the better. She peered into the mirror a different woman than she was, one by choice. It felt good. A woman who could wear a skirt without wondering of the aftermath... who knew.. Maybe Tetradore might even like it.. But... people are creatures of habit. She could not shake the functionality of it.

Skirts, the torment of men. She'd remembered her once alpha say to another. A conversation she no longer needed to recall. That hesitation that Kinnley so easily misjudged as modesty was easily ignored. She simply didn't know better.. In fact.. No one did. Not even the man who sat outside waiting for this outfit that probably meant far more than it should. It was just a goddamn skirt. She peered into the mirror, pivoting upon the balls of her now leather-clad feet. She could be a woman who wore skirts... if she wanted.. It fit like it was made for her.. Kinnley was right about that.. It showed just enough that even Tetradore's eyes might wander... if she was able to catch him in the act. Damn Kinnley was good at her job. Even though that very real concern about not being able to ride her motorcycle seemed a very real issue!

Skirts were not a necessity, no matter what Kinnley said. Although even she had to agree she was curious of Aiden's reaction perhaps more than wearing the skirt itself. The she-wolf slipped out of the change room, Kinnley emerged first, a wide grin upon her lips that was willing to take ALL the credit. She'd pulled the curtain back to allow Mira to step through the threshold with an all too comfortable Tetradore who sat in his plush armrest chair. The man could make a stool look like his throne. Always an alpha even without most of his pack. Her glinting golden eyes caught Tetradore's vibrant own, that faint look of emotion flickered upon his face. Surprise. Even the most minute of expression upon his stoic features usually meant it was a worthy emotion to feel something about. He was not an expressive creature but if you could pay attention to those details.. One might see more than he let on. She had enough time to practice it. To study it like he was her subject.. At least when he wasn't aware of it. That time at Dorian's home had been the most revealing of their entire relationship.

Mira murmured her concerns about riding her beloved motorcycle to Tetradore who forever remained a man of few words. Surely Tetradore would understand its lack of practicality made for poor attire choice. For a moment... he seemed to simply stare. Not with intensity either but like his mind had drifted. A lesser woman would have felt offended. A look she'd also grown accustomed to, she wondered if he knew just how much she noticed. That she afforded him the patience to simply process whatever he wished to process even if she nearly burned to know what lingered in the confines of his mind.

Surely this skirt would have prompted more than just surprise. Her slender well-muscled legs pulled her forward, to further draw his mind to her.. Kinnley all but blatantly staring at Aiden who seemed to have malfunctioned somewhere along the trail of his thoughts. Kinnley was undoubtedly wishing she dressed up Mira in lingerie instead, like that would have changed a thing. The stylist had judged Tetradore as a reserved man... But even they were not dead. It was then Aiden's response had come, a rare compliment graced his lips. This seemed to satisfy the stylist enough to allow that beaming smile to grow ever larger, one could see as well as count every last one of her teeth. Of course, Tetradore response seemed practical at best. His rebuttal that they were in the Lamborghini and they hardly needed to worry about motorcycles this trip. He betrayed little else.

Yet one could not prepare for what came out of the alphas mouth next as his intense gaze shifted once more to the bubbly blonde. His next consideration about woman's fashion had drawn a baffled expression upon Mira feminine features. Say what? He spoke with ease, considering her comfort for the weather. How Tetradore knew about knee high stockings Mira had not even the faintest of clues. Mira tipped her head slightly to the right as the pair of women just saw the man sprouted horns. He had a point (Couldn't resist the horn pun). The eager to please stylist bobbed her head vigorously, limbs near flailing as she set off to work in search of those request items in certain haste. Alone once more Mira could hardly help the grin that drew upon her lips. "Knee highs, huh?" Mira offered Tetradore, a teasing glance as he drew his form to stand, immediately closing that distance between them with a confidence that was unique to only to him. How she enjoyed watching that man move. His warm hands easily found their home upon her hips in a rare intimate embrace, that seemed to conflict her readings of him entirely. She'd been wrong.. Again. Yet she hardly seemed to mind.. Subconsciously she leaned into that hold, her hands reached to comfortably rest on his strong arms, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around him, her fingers trailed, skimming across feeling the leather beneath them. A quiet compliment just for her uttered which meant far than whatever he could have said in front of Kinnley. He'd noticed.. Then again, he noticed a lot, it was whether he chose to react that was another thing entirely.

Tetradore was never one for PDA it was basically a rule beyond the occasional hand holding. There would be private moments in private, dark corners, inside bedrooms, or hotel rooms but not in public, not like this. She could respect that he was a private man. Yet here and now he was something else. His good mood persisted and to simply further catch her off guard his tender lips found her own, it filled her with heat... like the lava beneath her skin rose from whatever dormant place it remained hidden within. Well, he must have really liked that skirt then. If this outfit could prompt him to break his usual.. She would certainly not deny skirts. Perhaps she could wear them from time to time. When Tetradore liked something, one would be a fool not to take note. Who knew.. Maybe skirts did it for him. Perhaps skirts had their uses after all.

That moment was short lived although she relished in that attention all the same like it was a vitamin she was deficient. "Someone is full of surprises today.." Her eyes fluttered open to peer into his mesmerizing vibrant green eyes. In an abrupt moment, that all too smug Kinnley returned with those requested items. Found it! She exclaimed with a bubbly glee, all too pleased with herself as she asked if she should take off those tags. Tetradore nodded before releasing her smoothly like the moment never occurred.

Mira was never one to dress for a man.. But for him.. He seemed to be an exception to most of her rules. Mira scooped up the offered de-tagged items that the stylist had procured for her before she set to work at removing the tags that were on Mira's figure. She was like a damn hummingbird buzzing around her, diligent in her task. Tetradore asked to get those items rung up. Oh god.. How much had they spent? A leather jacket that surely was not cheap and leather that was so supple she would fight the urge not to pet it. It was too easy to get wrapped up in the moment, to move from store to store. It had been way more fun than she'd anticipated. Tetradore's mood seemed good, solid like she'd rarely seen it so. Like even he couldn't deny the excitement and hope for their future home. The allure of new beginnings.

Kinnley whispered something to Mira then.. That had her laughing. "If you say so." She shook her head. Before uttering a cheesy movie quote that went over Tetradore's head. "I'll be back.." She turned toward the changing room that she entered once more for a final time that day... to complete that very look that had been completed with Aiden's final embellishments. Ah, the leather jacket felt right... She completed that change with a final glance at her appearance, the leather jacket felt distinctly her. With the knee highs she couldn't help but feel like a naughty professor. She snorted to herself as she swept out of the change room in search of her boyfriend.

She brushed against his side and gestured toward the pile of clothing the pair had accumulated.. Well it was more like a mountain. The cashier was humming to herself as she folded each piece with care. They had already accumulated how many bags before this?? "Surely I don't need all of that.." She cast him a sidelong glance. "That's more clothes than I had in the first place.. I did enjoy playing dress up with you though.." So this is what it felt like to be rich and famous. Kinnley almost seemed sad to see them go, she'd thanked her and offered her a smile. How lost the pair would have been without her. They would have taken all day if it wasn't for her.

Now... the next dilemma.. How the hell do you fit that many clothes in a Lamborghini. Fortunately, they didn't have to find out.. Apparently they offered a service to have all those bags delivered to their room at the hotel. When they were finally alone within the mall they wandered.

The couple left the store into the mall. "You were right about the knee highs." She added. "Maybe I should let you dress me more often." She said with a chuckle, her blazing golden eyes flashed with something all too playful and curious as to what appealed to the man.

Mira reached for his hand that she squeezed as she uttered her thanks. "You spoiled me today.. Thank you.. I don't think I've ever shopped so much in my life.. Its like a whole new meaning to shop til you drop..." How could convey just how much it meant? There were no words that could ever do some things justice... perhaps why that was why Aiden used so few.

She slipped her phone from her purse looking at the time.. It was only mid afternoon. "We've got a few more hours to kill until our meeting. What do you say we take this new outfit and go exploring the roads a little?" How certain she was after store after store the suggestion of going for a drive in one of his prized vehicles would appeal to him.. As it did to her.