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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don't fight it, its coming for ya, running at ya

Posted on September 08, 2021 by Sylvester Veres

Sly could hardly hide that look of doubt that existed upon his features as the Pirate folded out a well lacquered wooden table, declaring that this was where he planned to eat. Really? What if it rained? Then again maybe this guy just liked to sit out in the rain looking serious and smirking at things only he could see. He seemed the type. The pirate's assurance that it was weathertight below deck momentarily prompted Sy's gaze downward as if he could truly see beneath the wooden decking and into what he presumed was living quarters beneath. At least, he supposed, it explained what the man did in the rain and yet.....what a miserable bloody existence that sounded like. It couldn't be large below deck. Did he have to hunch all the time? Sly was, he supposed, willing to admit he hardly knew enough about boats to come up with a legitimate answer and here and now hardly seemed the time to query the other warlock on his lifestyle choices. Especially when he'd already made it clear he hardly intended to inform Sly of what existed below deck to begin with. That 'research', Sly was certain, was anything but. Sly moved to take that offered, cushioned seat across from the Pirate and his dog as the man insisted he liked to sit outside with a clear view of the sky and his surroundings. Sly's own gaze so momentarily glanced around that boat and towards the inky black sea that surrounded them- one eye daring to rise ever so slightly as a faint amusement tugged at his lips once more.

"Why? Are you worried about pirates?"

The guy had to know how much like a pirate he looked, didn't he? Surely that joke wasn't about to be lost on him. It was the other man's sudden, blatant insistence he knew Sly had been lying about the People of Delivery Association however that readily drew the young blond warlock's attention then. Alright. He'd been caught out. The Pirate had known all along and, in truth, Sly had suspected he had. The both of them seemingly content to play along at that game for as long as possible. There was, Sly was certain, no shame in losing to an Irish Pirate. His own shoulders lifted into a loose shrug, a grin finding his lips all the same as the warlock, at last, admitted to his own deceit- before gesturing toward the dog. Barney, he was certain, had believed him. That dog was as much a part of that conversation as both men in that moment and yet- how readily that gesture toward the dog held a certain measure of misdirection. One Sly had so fully intended. Slight of hand magic, after all, was any magician's staple. The kind Sly adored the most even if he had long since moved beyond such simple ruses. A good sleight of hand trick was nothing if not delightfully entertaining when done right- along with holding that distinct air of mystery.

The Pirate glanced toward his dog, Sly taking that opportunity to set up that trick before offering a soft snort in response to the other man's words. What made him think the dog was less gullible? Don't let appearances fool him? A small simper found Sly's lips once more as his head shook softly.

"Animals always know a liar when they see one. You can't fool them. As for not letting his appearance fool me, mate, I can tell you, nothing about his appearance is a lie at all. Like I said, I've never seen a dog like that before. He looks like he's about to breathe fire and I wouldn't be surprised if he did."

The dog was nothing if not....honest in the way it looked. Sly entirely capable of seeing past that glamour he long since suspected was in place for most people. He almost wished the dog's look did fool him. Maybe the glamour made it look less.....murdery. The query of just how he intended to take the other warlock's money however was one he saw fit to answer. That sleight of hand, after all, had been set up perfectly. The young warlock moved to lean forward thenn. Sly careful to move with a clear purpose lest he offend Barney in any fashion, before reaching up behind the pirates left ear only to pluck several dollar bills from behind it. Those bills were readily displayed to the other man then, offering him that chance to confirm their authenticity before his hands closed over them- those bills disappearing once more. The pirate, for all his obscure nature, seemed to enjoy that parlour trick as he insisted it 'wasn't bad at all'. The pair of men, in that curious evening, seemed to have found a respect for one another. Sly's head nodded in a near mock bow of sorts before the other warlock insisted he must be a hit with the ladies- those very words prompting a soft snort from the blond.

"It depends on the ladies. Humans and Were's seem to like it, Vampires are rarely impressed by anything, I don't do shows for Hunters as a rule, I've never met a real Fae and other warlocks and witches? I'm not exactly their favourite person. Judgy bastards, our kind."

Sly scowled ever so slightly. The Pirate Warlock was one of the few of their own kind who'd ever admitted he enjoyed that magic and yet Sly had become used to that judgement from his own species. As if street magic was somehow...demeaning to their kind. It was the sudden rise of real magic within the air however that drew Sly's attention then, that faint sensation of an affinity at work prompted his gaze upward as the Pirate waves his hands, two cups abruptly appearing in mid-air, hovering for several moments, before coming to rest softly on the table. Sly's gaze widened ever so slightly in surprise, his eyes blinking momentarily.

"Okay, well thats-..."

Those words were abruptly halted as the other warlock twisted within his seat only to summon a bottle of whisky from down below. That bottle, much like the cups, seemed to float towards him, hovering a moment before being snatched from the air. The warlock proceeded to pour himself a glass- before filling up that cup in front of Sly. Maybe he liked the Pirate more than he thought.

".....cheating, that's real magic, I can feel it- but I'm not complaining. It's impressive. Telekinesis?"

Sly reached for that drink then, moving to lean back within his chair before lifting it to his lips. The young warlock seemingly content to make himself at home. At least until the Pirate moved to lift the lid on that meal- revealing the true, smouldering.....ashes of what had once been fish and chips. Damn it. Still, it was edible right? Right? Sly's blunt insistence that you could still physically eat that meal was met with a raised eye from the other warlock- before the Pirate insisted that meal was inedible by even his standards which were, apparently, not even remarkably high. That gesture for Sly to 'have at it' prompted the younger warlock to lean forward, that cup placed back on the table as Sly plucked a single, burned chip from the pile. The scowl upon the warlock's features was nothing short of clear as he bit down on that chip. The thoroughly scored food disintegrated to all but ash between his lips. The disdain on his face was nothing short of clear as he slowly, painfully, chewed that mouthful before swallowing.


If there was ever any credit to be given for going down with that ship then Sly surely deserved that award. It was however, perhaps some kind of....mercy from his newfound companion that the older warlock so finally sought to call him out on that game. The Pirate, this time, demanded to know the straight truth of exactly what had happened to his meal. Damn. He'd been playing so well until that point and yet- had Sly ever truly expected to win? That battle had been lost from the start and he'd known it. What chance had he ever truly had agianst a man like this? An Irish Pirate. Sly's shoulders lifted into an easy shrug as he reached for that drink once more- the boy determined to chase away the taste of that charcoal.

"I lit it on fire."

Well. It was the truth. Even if the Pirate hadn't exactly expected him to be quite so blunt with it. Sly's right hand rose, the warlock twirling it quickly through the night air only to have several flames erupt from his palm. That fireball was tossed casually upward and into the sky- only for those flames to rapidly take shape. A flaming, flying falcon taking form from that ball only to begin circling that ship. Its heated, orange body was a beacon agianst the night sky before, abruptly, that falcon dove downward as if intending to collide with the ship's deck itself. The bird had no sooner hit that deck then its form shifted again, a large, flaming wolf leaping from that rising smoke and flame only to shake itself off- casting embers as it did before its bright, curious gaze glanced from Sly, to the Pirate and toward Barney with clear intrigue.

"Don't worry, they don't burn unless I ask them too even though you can still feel their heat."

The wolf's tail rose high over its back, its posture stiff legged as it strode forward and toward Barney as if undecided on how to take that other canine. It's nose extended forward as if seeking to taste the scent of the hellhound. That fire wolf was curious and yet cautious- much as Sly himself was inclined to be.