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 February 04, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
South
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Hmm, someone evidently believed themselves to be humorous. It was fortunate perhaps that he finds himself within an amicable mood this morning, her return jest in met with a gentle 'hmm' from somewhere within his throat, the simper that had resided upon his lips given to falter momentarily in consideration of the female before him. She was young, younger then himself and yet not truly by much, he had hardly been older then herself when he had left his own home, when he had seen his first war and battle and for a moment he is given to consider that perhaps it had been...to young. A wasted innocence however, no longer holds any sway nor pity within the often emotionless equine, his mentality long having accepted that which could not be changed and perhaps resulting in the man's often apathetic demeanour and continued sense of controlled calm. He has seen chaos, he has seen danger and blood and while such things have no lost their appeal for the war horse, they hold little enjoyment without reason or cause- mind instead focused upon the surprise that is the delicate blonde filly before him. Within his own homeland there were few so opinionated as the creature before him. There were many women with passion, with fire and spark and yet within his community such traits were prized only in men and boys, women having little use save for breeding purposes, only the rare few ever selected to travel further then the hinterlands and frosted hills he remembered so vividly. After all- Hunters rarely chose mares or fillies for war mounts.

"I achieved what I wanted all the same now didn't I?"

His bare shoulders roll in an effortless shrug, each lithe, toned muscle coiling with ease at the gesture before one finger slid softly beneath her chin, tilting her head upward ever so slightly for his examination. Her spirit is admirable- to an extent, refreshing provided she does not allow herself to become entirely too carried away, this woman a flavour he has not had the privilege to taste before in the realms of women. Her personality is an intriguing thing in much the same way as his own little Claire fascinates him and yet his vixen is intriguing on another level. The words she offers in this moment see one eye lift slightly beneath that forelock, shielded still by locks of white blonde as he regards her anew.

"Interesting."

He offers nothing further then that single word uttered in the smooth baritone of his voice before releasing his hold upon her, the apple slipped softly from her hand as the warmth of his fingers caress the softness of her skin, surprised by the manner in which she only leaned against him. She was bold for a mere filly, the shudder that rippled across her form bringing a simper to his lips once more. How many men had ever touched her? None, perhaps, the girl to young by many standards and yet within his own culture she was perhaps just upon the right age to have been of interest, just as Claire. So untouched, so unspoiled, so intriguing and yet his own desires are not so easily roused beyond the tease he offers with merely the tips of his fingers seeking to distract her from the apple that is slipped from her grasp and into his own- stepping back from her smoothly as she spoke. She was clever with her words- when she chose to be. It was a shame she was a mere human.

"I suppose you shall have to decide that for yourself, Engill."

Was he a predator? Perhaps. The thought bringing a taint of amusement to his features as he reclined upon the steel bench, oblivious to the freezing touch of the metal beneath him, biting down into the flesh of the apple. The girl seating herself beside him before reaching suddenly for his own arm- as if to return the gesture, fingers tracing against him- skin instantly warming beneath her touch in response to the chill of her fingertips and yet her touch is...tentative, delicate, lacking true experience or assurance, betraying so much innocence within it. Yet for such inexperience there is boldness to the girl, a determination truly surprising as her fingers move to steal her apple back, his features offering a rarely seen flicker of emotion slither through his façade to express this genuine surprise in her actions. He had believed her easily cowed, believed his own light teasing enough to see her crumble else pull away entirely- hardly expecting her to attempt to return such a gesture- one holding no true romance or desire, merely a tease, a harmless flirtation in the battle for an....apple. How willing was she, truly, to play this game? A faint, passing smile, wry in it's persuasion slips easily across his lips as the girl bites into the apple, his own position adjusting ever so slightly before one arm rather suddenly snakes about her, pulling her effortlessly onto his lap now before those arms fold behind his head, hands deliberately kept from her- portraying a clear innocence to any whom might pass by, merely seeking to...destabilize her a little.

"If you dislike dishonesty, then tell me this truthfully, Calliel. You asked me before if you should fear me, I told you that you must decide that for yourself, as you must, but let me ask you this. If you had to die Calliel, would you rather die by fire, or by ice?"

It is a truly bizarre question and yet his cool, smooth lyrics offer no room for movement, serious entirely as he regards her.

"There is a....verse that is well known to those in my herd, one I am sure you know as well though I do not know it's translation into English. Sumir segja að heimurinn mun enda í eldi, Sumir segja í ís.Frá því sem ég hef smakkað af löngun Ég held með þeim sem greiða eld. En ef það þurfti að farast tvisvar, Ég held að ég viti nóg hata Að segja að fyrir eyðileggingu ís Er einnig mikill Og myndi nægja."

Those lyrics roll far smoother from his lips, accented tones soft, cool and rhythmic from his throat, far more agreeable then the petty English tongue as he offers them towards her, tone polite and gentle in its essence.

"It speaks of fire and of ice and of the end of the world, the author unable to decide which he would rather perish by, ice or fire, so I am asking you, Engill- what would you choose. Answer me that and I will tell you why I ask at all."

He takes her moment of distraction readily, merely leaning upward to take another bite from the apple within her hand......



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