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
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 August 22, 2014 by Alekai
South
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He continues to attempt to focus on the doll, refusing to allow his attention to linger upon her feminine features any longer then he deemed necessary, attempting to contort his own façade into a glare of sorts, as if trying to force himself to scowl at her and pretend every part of himself was furious with her for daring to inflict her vile magic upon him. Yet, for every ounce of agitation he feels, there is still some part, small and secret, buried deeply within himself that relishes that single moment to look at her again. It isn't her, not really, not the woman he loved and lost so many years ago and yet the resemblance is so similar that for just a moment a single moment he can almost imagine, can almost pretend it really is his Evelyn. He sudden retort in response to his exclamation of her less then perfect workmanship finally sees his gaze drift back to her own, eyes of golden amber fixating on a gaze so blue he could have drawn it near perfectly from the imprint it left on his mind alone and yet maybe....maybe this girls were slightly lighter, softer and maybe he shouldn't be staring at her for this long within anything other then the chagrin he has been attempting to masquerade for the last ten minutes. Her objection causing a genuine scowl to cross his features now, one eye lifting in some vague sense of momentary amusement.

"What do you mean the next one?!"

The words were snapped back with just as much force, Azrael truly never having been all that good at keeping his temper in check. Evelyn had always told him it was simply because he was passionate, that the truly fortunate few in this world felt emotion more deeply than others and yet as far as Az could be concerned he was entirely sure he didn't feel anything deeply- he was just cranky. He hadn't always been so pessimistic and yet truly the man had forgotten what it felt like to be even mildly delighted about another day, his moods often reminiscent of storm clouds. He continues to offer the woman his attention now, more than merely displeased to hear that she had some desire to create more of these dolls. He has seen voodoo before, seen its power and truthfully he holds no desire to allow her to have such a thing over him- yet how he can prevent her from creating further copies he hardly knows. Killing her, he supposes, would solve all such issues and yet he is entirely sure his chances of that are frustratingly limited. It is also, he is sure, not entirely proper for a woman to be creating....miniature...man dolls, the blonde entirely sure that no part of him is that small and yet at the risk of such a conversation he is entirely content to ignore it, the girl drawing her knees to her chest like a child, hugging the little toy too her in much the same manner. The silence that passes between them is momentary and yet hardly meaningless, his own threat offered in some vague hope the woman might simply up and leave and allow him to wipe all memories of her from his thoughts once more- any hope of that however, is shattered by her words and the snort she receives in return.

"I don't remember asking for your life's story."

It is little more than a mumble muttered beneath his breath as he makes every attempt to appear as if he isn't listening, arms folding easily back across his chest as she babbles at him about her lack of magical ability, the man willing to admit perhaps, momentary intrigue over the fact her calling him is seemingly the only successful attempt she has made and yet why, of all people, she would seek to summon him he hardly knows. He had let her live once before, a mistake he had no desire to repeat and yet she seemed perfectly content to test his resolve all the same, eyes narrowing slightly at her supposed desire to see him again.

"People rarely have any desire to see me again, my charming personality, unfortunately, does not seem to appeal to everyone."

The smooth baritone of his voice resounds once more, sarcasm lacing his words. Why he had bothered to offer the comment he hardly knows, the words however are entirely true- as all his words tend to be, his single weakness perhaps, his inability to lie directly to anyone he speaks to, his own ridiculous morals preventing such untruths from his lips before he frowns slightly once more, shoulders rolling in a shrug of sorts, both annoyed and mildly....impressed with her fearlessness.

"I said I would find something to impale you with, not that I would actually do it. You should listen more, maybe that's why your spells don't work, you don't listen to your....whoever it is witches learn from. The next time you want to summon someone however, I would rather you summoned that fucking vile dog of yours."

He was, quite frankly, surprised the wolf wasn't here and yet no matter how far he extended his own senses he was utterly assured they were alone.

"I also think-"

The sudden sound of ringing filled the night air, Azrael's attention momentarily diverted to his own back pocket, hand reaching easily around to grasp the mobile before looking back towards the slender raven-haired women.

"I haven't finished yelling at you yet, wait there."

He turned easily, a few strands of golden blonde hair brushed loosely aside as he moves to lean his toned frame easily back against the tree, phone lifted now to his ear, the sound of a rather irate deliveryman rapidly reaching him. The pizza place, evidently, did not like delivering to empty apartments, hand reaching to pinch at the bridge of his nose momentarily as he sighed.

"Well, can you just bring it here? I don't know what the goddamn address is, I'm in the damn park! I don't know...near a sort of hanging tree- just forget it I'll meet you at the road for heaven's sake!"

Humans, he is sure, are the most ridiculously vapid species he has ever met, why he bothers to dedicate his life to preserving their existence he hardly knows. Stupid creatures. In truth he had very near forgotten the witch, his mind entirely taken with the idiocy of pizza delivery boys as he proceeded to suddenly wander away from her, hands slipping easily into his pockets as he disappeared back and through the trees. His return however- is significantly faster, his ability engaged within this moment, appearing suddenly and abruptly beside the tree once more before rather unceremoniously folding his legs beneath himself, seating himself upon the grass, balancing the pizza upon his lap. He is perhaps, as any man in this regard, hunger preceding all other emotions in this moment as he reaches for the first slice, biting readily into the delightful treat before seeming to remember the witch, eyes flicking warily towards her. He remains content to glare at her for several moments still before reaching for an uneaten slice, a sigh of disdain upon his lips, holding it abruptly towards her as if he half feared she may attempt to lock onto his arm, refusing to look at her as he does so.

"Well are you going to eat it or are you just going to stare at me? Take it and sit the hell over there. If you turn me into anything that flaps, barks or so help me god crawls I will be fucking pissed off at you."

This he thinks, should be enough to keep her out of his personal space and eliminate any chance of her trying anything ridiculous. If she is out of his reach he is also entirely assured he will be less inclined to wonder just how soft her skin might be, it's flawlessness hardly unnoticed by the irritable man despite his efforts to try. His attention returns to his pizza now, allowing the silence to ensue once more, comfortable with this lack of conversation for several minutes, having no desire to entertain her with his company- so why he speaks again he hardly knows.

"It's my night off. Once a month- I have a night off- you kinda fucked it up for me."

At least he still got his pizza and he supposes the company could be worse.





Alekai Azrael Evero
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