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

i know what you did in the dark


Posted on September 23, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
South
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How he had somehow become entrapped with this useless creature he would never know. Had she been useful from the beginning the stallion remains entirely assured they would have escaped this mess hours ago, Frost attempting to goad some reaction from her all the same. When something was this broken however- it was useless. She was useless. She always had been. The man shifted slightly, leaning back against the wall, one hand lifting from his chest to eye that bloodied wound, his thoughts thicker, hazier then he truly remembered being- some part of him entirely aware that this was the effects of blood loss in the extreme. He couldn't heal, not fast enough. Hmm, of all the times he had anticipated his own death he had hardly envisioned it this way and yet he was born to Hunter hands, why shouldn't he die at them too? Something within him rebelled even the thought of that and yet he was exhausted the idea of attempting to fight once more assured to be his metaphorical last stand. He had enough, maybe, to get to his feet one last time and yet what could he do but stand there? Maybe it would be better then lying here in the least. He' spent years refusing to lie down and this bastard certainly wasn't going to have the credit of finally, finally taking down the rouge Werehorse that had plagued most of Europe. Standing however- seemed a desperately divine effort, Frost frowning slightly in contemplation (and blood loss induced thoughts) at the faint sound of feet once more. Maybe they would actually let him die this time.

One violet eyes rolls briefly sideways, eyeing the Hunters approach before those chains are suddenly removed, some faint surprise lingering upon his bloodied features a moment. Had he changed his mind? Was he going to heal him only to start all over again? If this fool of a man had any belief he might somehow be able to keep the Warhorse as some sort of pet he could entirely think again. Returning him to any source of strength would be a distinct mistake, allowing him to heal would only see this argument played out over and over again day after day after day. It was futile in some sense, Frost wholly aware of that and yet it is simply not within him to bow unless forced to his knees first. The stallion distinctly untrustworthy and given the chance entirely inclined to attempt to down the Hunter every chance he was given, over and over, in some vicious and never ending cycle that would result in nothing but his own torment and yet what was his curse.....if simply not being able to stop? How truly everyone misunderstood that. He grunts slightly at that kick to his ribs he is afforded, blood loss making the world a little...duller, that pain not quite so bad any longer as he becomes vaguely aware of the man talking. His mind barely making sense of those words now, eyes resting on that medallion. Hmm, a fourth, who knew?

He can hear his name on the man's lips and yet he does not particularly care to answer- the stallion dancing upon the edge of unconsciousness, almost oblivious to the question he had been asked before.....something proceeds to launch at the Hunter. The clattering of the medal in front of him momentarily sees the mans eyes focus, one hand reaching out to snatch it from the concrete, tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans before reaching up to grab a fistful of fur of the passing wolf. Where did the wolf come from? That his mind was no longer truly working in any sense of the word was surely clear, the boy using the momentum of the dog to pull himself to his feet all the same, eyeing the momentarily fallen Hunter whom was very much alive still.

"You should kill him, he's only going to get up again, he's down- kill him."

The wolf however, hardly seemed to be aware of him, Frost not truly holding the ability to care in this moment- swinging one leg over the animal as he would a horse. He could ride a horse, he could surely ride a wolf couldn't he? The sudden explosion of sirens and flashing lights seems to startle the man into some awareness once more, the pain in his chest aching throughout his entire body, fingers tightening in the wolfs scruff.

"See, if you'd killed him we wouldn't be having a red-light disco in here."

His words sound foreign even to him- the sound of another growl, not one from his own wolf seeing the snowy-haired man attempt to angle his head backward, Raven turning a moment later to face a larger, male wolf. Dad? For several moments Frost is merely given to stare towards the other animal, his sluggish mind struggling to comprehend what existed before him before a frown manage to find its way onto his features all the same, a groan forced from his lips.

"Raven- we don't have time for family reunions. Tell your Father to move, or push him out of the way because the Hunter with the knife is probably coming. I know seeing your Father is quite the shock and believe me, the pleasure is all mine Mr....Whatever, but we don't have the time- Raven....are you even listening? Raven!"

Another ache readily speared within his chest, Frost very near lying on the back of the wolf now. Either the wolf was going to move or they were both going to die. He could very near smell the outside and he was hardly going to let another wolf get in the way. One hand reaches easily upward, suddenly grasping Raven's left ear in his hand. It worked with horses, it should work with a wolf shouldn't it? His hand shifts quickly, suddenly, painfully twisting her ear and forcing her attention onto him and away from the wolf, heels digging into her sides just as if she were a horse.

"We need to leave, Raven, do what you should have goddamn done twenty years ago and push the bastard out of the way. Who's really afraid of the big bad wolf? Your bigger."






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