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.
Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct
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 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.
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.
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 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
Night finally settled upon the gayly lit little village, the very presence of guests was enough to thrill the usually sleepy settlement. Her people, after all, were so rarely touched by the outside world, at least not like this. She had watched at a distance in vague intrigue as those hours wore on, the sounds of their voices echoed across the quiet, uninterrupted plains, drawn to the unicorn by the sweet embrace of the wind. The rich laughter upon their lips, those foreign accents so out of place in comparison to what Aislinn was used to...and yet...it only further strove to stroke the flames of her curiosity. She knew he was there. She had seen him thundering across the plains, his muscular form sculpted to perfection as each feathered foot fell with confidence - as if he had known all along that his victory was inevitable. To any mere mare, his triumphant win should have been tantalizing - him, the pinnacle of perfection of the equine species. But she was no mere mare and he was no mere stallion. Or at least...he hadn't been...once. Aislinn was certain she had seen him, up there in the sky. He had been no more than a mere dot floating amongst the darkened backdrop of the stormy clouds, many, she was certain, would have overlooked him. But not Aislinn. At least, that is to say, she had accidentally glanced up at the sky right at the moment that once small dot had begun to descend. And then she had stared at it - long and hard till he had come into view. A shining, white, magnificent stallion with large feathery expansive wings. How rare they were.
She had watched him, from the comfortable shade of the pathetic forest she'd taken residence within. Across the plains, with little to interrupt her view, she had watched him land with those large appendages - a rider on his back, of all the things! She had only been distracted for one single moment, (thanks largely to a hare that had decided it had to have the blade of grass she was standing on), only for those beautiful wings to disappear the moment her attention had turned back to him! She had considered, briefly, that perhaps his rider had taken them. Mortals could be villians when it came to the fantasticness of mythical creatures they thought only existed in fairy tales. But...there was no scent of blood on the wind and still...the winged creature still let him ride. It was a fascinating puzzle, one Aislinn had every intention of exploring in depths - as soon as that cheery village from some splendance of sleep.
It had taken hours before the lights had finally dimmed and a sweet rare tranquility settled over the vast, quiet plains. This was by far her preferred hour of the day, when the moon was high and cast her ethereal glow upon an undeserving world. A soft puff of air left her nose as Aislinn stepped out into the moonlight, her pure ivory hide seemed to glisten within it's gentle embrace. Her head was held high with an unwavering dignity, her ears forward and alert to the slightest rustling of noise within the small town as she climbed the hill upwards and towards the six carefully placed tents that surrounded the village's yurts. Her footfalls were unlikely to be noticed, what with the sheer number of horses tied ever so neatly here and there. Frankly, Aislinn preferred to keep it that way. Her very presence so tended to create a sort of chaos within her wake - in both horse and human alike. She passed behind the first yurt with ease, only to pause and tentatively snake her head out and around the edge - the glacier hue of her gaze intent upon the silent, dozing stallion. There he stood - his coat marred from the rain and mud and yet, what stood out most of all, was that he was definitely wingless. A soft snort of frustration left her nose, the mere sound enough to cause the mare closest to her to open her eyes, only to stare wide-eyed at the horned equine as if the poor thing had never considered a horse with a horn. Typical. Aislinn offered the mare a hard stare, as if daring her to react before she stepped forward, carefully moving behind another tent to creep closer towards the horse that had truly caught her attention.
The stallion tied at the far end of the camp had seemingly caught Aislinn's scent as she moved upwind from tent to tent - his once peaceful dozing now a thing of the past as he shifted almost restlessly at the end of his rope. The ivory maiden, however, hardly seemed to notice as she crept behind the very tent that belonged to her stallion's rider. How...peculiar. The horse hardly seemed...abnormal in any sense, even this close, beyond of course his size but he was hardly the first of his breed Aislinn had come across. Slowly, she stepped around the side of the tent, her nose slowly descended to the tent's zipper in vague curiosity of what sort of man rode the steed whom she was now beginning to doubt had wings at all! A soft, low nicker came from the far end of the camp - the Mongolian horse had seemingly noticed her and yet, he was far less interesting then the zipper she was content to cautiously nose at.