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 July 15, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
South
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It was one of the more peaceful evenings to which the stallion was afforded. Claire had, at last, fallen asleep atop the couch surrounded by the books she was determined to learn, Frost having taken the moment to part smoothly from the house, leaving his clothing beside the back door for his return later in the evening. Flesh easily became fur, hands forming hooves- the small man replaced with the hulking white creature as he loped effortlessly away from his home and towards the southern parklands and fields he had claimed for his own personal patch of territory. He enjoyed the openness, the lack of walls or constrictions- much of the man inclined towards his equine nature when he allowed it to be so, heavily feathered hooves thudding with rhythmic grace atop the earth until pavement gave way to the softness of grass and his steps dulled to weaker thuds. It takes hardly a moment to assure he is alone, lashings of silvery white mane tosses with each shake of his handsome head before he simply lowers it to the earth, snatching rather hurriedly at the overly lush grass that bloomed with tantalizing taste all about the field. He has no desire to be seen, else to let anyone know that he truly does find some pleasure in grazing when afforded the opportunity.

Yet it is very near dusk, the parks and forests empty, the air clear- his own cremello-hued pelt dulled to a glowing cream of sorts in the fading sun as he returns to his rather sneaky munching on much of the Gardner's hard work. It was far better than any salad from any store- a little dressing wouldn't have gone awry but beggars could hardly be choosers he supposed. It had taken him longer then perhaps it should have to note the small figure of the girl on one of the far paths- head lifting from amongst what was surely a horticulturally prized hedge of some sort to watch Calliel as she wandered. He knew her scent, ears pricking forward in curiosity before he simply allows her to continue on her way, seeing no need to engage her tonight- hardly doubting her uncle to be far behind and hardly finding he cared. A snort is all he offers by way of response, attention returned to his takeaway meal, allowing the girl to simply continue walking home. It is only when the breeze changes, affording the stallion an entirely different scent, that his head lifts once more- nostrils flaring in agitation.

He knows the scent of another Were when he smells it, particularly one of his own kind, long limbs carrying his muscular frame forward to stand upon the edge of the tree line, violet gaze rapidly searching for the creature he can sense before his ears slide back against his skull at the sight of the other stallion several feet away. It is smaller than himself, yet lighter, faster- the dark bay creature very near black in the half light as it paws at the earth. There is only one Barb horse amongst the collection of Hunter's and Were's that had taken up residence outside the city these past few weeks. It was an old breed, old blood, very nearly extinct- after all, how many battles were ever fought upon desert sand anymore? Why Darius even existed, let alone chose to present himself here, Frost hardly knew. His disagreements with the other man however- travelled back far further than merely several night prior, this was something far more deep-seated and it was simply unfortunate Calliel was bound to bare witness to it. Whether by fate or simply chance the little blonde girl was misplaced enough to be very near between both stallions in this moment, the footpath she followed cutting like a line between them, separated across the park though they were- a distance sharply reduced the moment Darius chose to lunge forward.

For a moment Frost is merely inclined to watch the dark figure galloping towards him, one hind hoof slamming with agitation before his own form swings upwards upon his hind legs, forefeet crashing back to the earth as his heavier frame moves forward to engage it directly. He had barely been six years old the first time he had ever laid into Darius, not even eight when the other boy had managed to exact revenge. A herd, a pack, after all- can only have one leader- both men locked in a seemingly endless contest over just who owned who amongst the collection other equine. Even with Frost's abandonment of the company more then one within it still answered his call, Darius never fully capable of replacing the white war horse and as such, each and every time they met, it seemed as if both men became little more then boys on the playground. Yet instinct, in any Were is a powerful thing, Frost intolerable of another Were upon his territory and within his city- or so he chooses to believe, Xerxes mount perhaps the least preferred of any of his brethren.

For that single moment even Calliel is forgotten, the girl dwarfed by both stallions, Darius very near trampling her in the moments that follow as both stallions collide with a sickening thud of flesh on flesh- right above the truly unlucky Calliel, each equine upon it's hind legs in a tangle of rearing, screaming fury with the little blonde caught near between them. Frost hardly has time to warn the girl, or attempt to push her away, his own teeth managing to seize the darker horse- the smaller equine's neck an easier target in this moment as teeth bite into the thickness of his own white mane- offering some protection from his aggressors assault. Rock hard hooves swing in all directions, the once peaceful night an orchestra of roars between the two. Frost managing, at last, to use his far superior weight to force the other male down, tearing quite the chunk of flesh as he does, spitting it from his lips as if it is little more than a nuisance before Darius pivots to send hind hooves crashing with shattering force into chest and send him stumbling sideways. One violet eye manages, at last, to find Calliel and yet a glance is all he can truly afford her as Darius' own head turns, eyes narrowed now upon the girl- one hind leg flung suddenly at her simply because he can- because she is in his way.

Frosts own heavier form extends forward as he simply lunges again, teeth grasping the rather long black forelock of his opponent and hauling suddenly backwards- attempting, it would seem, to move him away from Calliel and offer the girl some chance of escape, if not to throw his opponents shot off entierly. After all, it would be an unfortunate thing to have her crushed. His kindness in this however- extends only so far before both are upon their hind legs again, teeth, hooves and blood flying in near every direction.

He had provided her a window of escape and yet- whether she took it in time could hardly be said.



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