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.

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Posted on May 05, 2014 by Alekai
South
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Not a good Hunter?




For a moment his lips simply pursed together in a hard line of evident ill taste at the female Were's murmured comments, her ability to speak even in that form a surprising thing and yet one easily turned from the darker confines of his mind. They occasionally held such abilities, Az having learned long ago to be prepared for the unexpected to a certain extent. The comment itself however, heralded little more than a ghost of a simper. Perhaps he was a poor Hunter, yet his record hardly indicated such a thing and indeed, for such a poor hunter the little Were bitch seems perfectly trapped. Any comments that follow are simply brushed aside. Nasty boy? Hmm. Maybe all Were's were simply uncreative when it came to words, perhaps he was wrong to blame them, an animalistic brain would surely hardly prove to be a breeding ground for intelligent thought. No. The Werewolf yields no more of his attention, the gold of those amber eyes turned entirely upon the raven haired little girl before him. She could hardly be any older then himself, metaphorically at least, his near eighty years of age surely eclipsing her own and yet it is her hair that so seems to persuade the distant touch of memory to linger so tantalizingly close at the forefront of his mind as he forces her forward, offering her barely a moment to gather herself and stand up once more before sending her back towards the Werewolf. He is relieved, in some respects, to simply have her gaze free from him, allowing his mind to refocus itself on the task at hand. He is nothing if not dedicated to his task, to the only life he has known for so long. Eighty years he has killed mercilessly and yet for the barest moment he had nearly allowed himself to hesitate in the face of some....witch. A witch. That was all she was. Worthless, useless......and so entirely like Evelyn it is almost shocking.




Perhaps, to some extent the Magic Users held some hope for redemption, held some thread of humanity that Were's and Vampires. Yet the truth remained regardless, she was just as the others, not worthy of being alive let alone worthy of his hesitation. It was ridiculous and indeed it would seem this momentary stutter within his otherwise flawless career only makes the blond hunter all the more determined to follow through with his threat. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for her, the girl is given to drop her bag and the only truly perceivable threat Az can recognise upon her, stepping gingerly around it all the same, despite her insistence, as he directs her towards the restrained canine, her momentary comment seeing his lip lift ever so slightly behind her in a half-hearted smirk, deep, smooth tones pushed past his lips.




"No, the ones with rabies foam at the mouth, this one's just angry and I hardly blame her."




It is little more than a deep murmur before he moves to press her forward all the same, one hand reaching out to grace the small of her back, offering a shove of sorts towards the dog, determined to force himself past whatever ridiculous issue he seemed to be having in regards to the little witch with the dark hair. Maybe he should just kill her first, simply get it over with, yet instinct alone assured him the wolf was the greater threat. One hand rolled, gun clicking back into place, automatically loading once more, taking aim at the canine- entirely prepared to finish it when the little girl spoke again, blathering on about Lavender. Why wouldn't she just shut up? Why did she have to talk? He usually burnt the bodies once he was done, he hardly had time to prance around throwing flowers as she would evidently have him do, golden eyes staring toward her, what little of his face visible beneath his hood warped into a look of disbelief. Clearly he had underestimated her entirely, the girl capable of some form of...distraction magic that seemed entirely content to force his attention upon the feminine parts of her anatomy hat seem to be on display, if only momentarily before his features hardened once more- this was ridiculous, a trick of some kind, magic used against him and nothing more. He is entirely sure he is above something as basal and ridiculous as purely physical attraction, especially to some lowly little Witch, words snapped towards her as he abruptly changes aim.




"I don't know what sort of trick you think you're playing, but-."




He fires in the same moment the wolf attacks, the motion of the animal managing to misdirect his shot from the woman, if only barely, bullet slamming into the tree a mere inch from her head, sending a shower of splinters into the air as he is forced to engage the apparently freed creature. This, he thinks decidedly- is why he so loathes the Were race. Her leap manages to achieve it's goal, his preferred weapon knocked from his hand, landing somewhere within the leaf litter of the forest, burning the creature within that same moment and yet he has hardly survived this long by foolishly working only a single weapon. One foot steps back, balancing himself readily once more as the silver saxe knife is pulled with that same efficient quickness from the scabbard at his belt, a burst of startling speed unleashed in that same moment, offering the wolf little time to react as he aims a kick squarely at her left flank, twisting away with that same suddenness to come abruptly at her from the right- this time slashing the blade downward, entirely content to open her from hip to shoulder if given the chance before he takes off again, his ability clearly displayed in this moment, affinity for speed allowing such rapid bursts in seemingly every direction, his assault utterly unyielding. The wolf really has made him mad and truthfully he is not a particularly pleasant person even in a good mood. The witch however- seems to have been forgotten as he comes from very near above the animal in a sudden jump, quite intent on slamming the blade down and in between her shoulders. Let's see how far she gets then. Tracking a bleeding Were is ever the amusing task.




He dodges back again, this time at a regular speed, eyes still held against the wolf, twisting the blade between his fingers, entirely ready for more as it becomes evidently clear he enjoys this, some part of himself consuming the adrenaline like wild fire feeds upon kindling as he very near hopes the wolf keeps trying. The gun however, remains near the feet of the ebony haired witch, one golden eye briefly meeting her own as he offers a very clear 'don't fucking touch it' look. If she was smart, he thinks, she would have already taken this opportunity to run off once more. He'll catch her of course, if not now, then tomorrow, or the day after- either way, she was hardly going to do much damage was she? Some very faint and rapidly fading part of himself half inclined to wish she simply would just....leave.






Alekai Azrael Evero
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