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

let them wonder how we got this far, 'cause i don't need to wonder at all


Posted on May 28, 2022 by isolt marcello
South

isolt marcello

I'm more alive than I've ever been


It was no matter of contention between them that Damon was and always had been the better of the two when it came to choreographing romantic outings. Perhaps it was an edge courtesy of his advanced age, one he had honed like an artisanal Casanova over decades and countless suitors. Or, just as likely, it was inherent in his demeanor- gifted to him whilst still parading about the mortal world. Her husband had been a Lothario for the majority of both of his lives, of this she held no doubts. How could she, having only taken a small handful of lovers over the course of her entire life, have ever hoped to compete with such deeply-ingrained romantic prowess? It was a query that continued to gnaw at her this evening in a cool, boastful way.

However, the gentle smirk that quirked the brims of his lips and his arm as it slid about her waist saw a promising crackle of hope erupt somewhere within her. They were progressing in the right direction, it seemed. "Both it is, then," she whispered into his ear, even this slight gesture garnished with more innuendo than Isolt intended, coaxing a slight blush to the apples of her cheeks. She must exercise caution lest she surrender to his smoldering sexuality too early and too easily; though she had forgiven him his earlier trespass, a darkly maniacal sliver of her ego was siphoning some pleasure from having him endure this carefully-crafted, lascivious game of cat and mouse. Purely and simply, Isolt was reminding her husband (and herself, truly) what it was he had been without these long few weeks following the tragedy of their daughter's death.

These dark thoughts seem to dissolve, though, as Isolt begins to sway in time with the lively thrum of the music, the overhead lights casting shimmering rivulets down the waterfall of copper hair that dances against her bare back. Her rhythm does not pause as she feels her husband follow behind her, instead does her body recline just enough so that her back rests gently against him, her fingers reaching back to curl within his own and bring his hand to rest against the tantalizing slope of her hip. She cares naught for any stray glances that her choice of wardrobe might be attracting, her thoughts and her eyes reserved solely for her husband alone. That was until the redheaded nightwalker catches the eye of a donor prowling about the writhing bodies skittering around the dance floor. She was petite, her glistening mane of blonde hair fashioned into a delicate pixie cut that accented her chiseled features in a most complementary fashion.

Isolt curls a single, beckoning finger towards the woman- though truthfully the gesture is hardly necessary given that the women had locked eyes with one another moments earlier in a glance that was nothing if not knowing. There are no words exchanged between the pair of women, Isolt simply and delicately departing from her husband to sashay about the newcomer and place herself at the woman's back. The blonde instinctively inclines her head to the side, granting Isolt unobstructed access to her neck and the juicy vein that she can feel pulsing beneath a few layers of buttery soft skin. Locking eyes with her husband, Isolt eases the spires of her fangs into the woman's neck, an action that is quickly rewarded with a burst of delectable plasma. Her eyes seem to sparkle a brighter hue as she indulges in a few gulps more, her stare never departing from the man opposite her, careful to withdraw in order to preserve enough for her lover. Isolt's tongue traverses a slow, sensuous arc across her lips to capture any stray droplets as she extends a hand to press gently into the blonde woman's lower back to coax her towards her husband. An impish smirk tugs at the cherry brims of Isolt's lips as she lingers, waiting.