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
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
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.
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Bjørn walks slowly toward the thick grove of trees that lays just beyond the bridge to the city. The man had spent the night out in the woods, tracking a killer were-creature. When word had reached the hunter's ears of a were-beast ripping apart humans that had wandered too far away from the city, Bjørn had quickly left behind the warmth of his townhouse to track and put down the beast. It has been sunset when he had thrown on his gray hoodie, opting to add his favorite faux leather jacket over it. Pulling on his fleece lined, black pants and lacing up the well-worn, scuffed work boots, Bjørn had slung the scabbard with his silver sword over his shoulder and set out to hunt.
As the stars shone bright and the moon watched overhead, the hunter worked his way over the bridge into were-territory. The forest had a life of its own, eyes watched him from the shadows and Bjørn stayed on high alert the whole time. Danger was a constant out here, especially for a hunter. Still he did not give up his task. He found the trail. A dismembered, recently killed woman lead him to the were-dog. A large black mastiff had squared off with him and, when Bjørn had slid his silver sword out of its home, the fight began. The dog was not as well trained as the hunter, the disparity in skill levels quickly became evident. It only took five minutes to put down the rabid were and the hunter puffed out a relieved sigh.
Wiping his sword clean of the blood, Bjørn returned the instrument of death to its home, the scabbard tied tightly across his back. The trek to the city was longer then he had realized and it isn't until late afternoon that the bridge comes into view. Letting out a long sigh of relief, the cold man walks over to a nearby tree and sinks down to the ground. The intermittent sunlight that had broken through the cloud cover was not enough to offer him true warmth and his muscles ache from the chill that has settled in his bones. Leaning his back against the tree's trunk, Bjørn rests and tries to warm up... even if only for a moment.
Cheeks red from the stinging wind, Bjørn pulls his ungloved hands up to his mouth and puffs out his warm breath into them. The skin stings and tingles as his breath hits it and he puffs out a few more breathes before vigorously rubbing his hands together. As the nerves in his fingertips start to awaken, Bjørn stretches the frozen digits, going through simple dexterity exercise with them. Once done, he unzips his jacket and shoves his hands into the front pouch of his hoodie. Leaning his head back against the trunk, Bjørn closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh into the cold afternoon air.