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
Baptized in Blood
Posted on June 21, 2014 by Chemistry Koi
Nothing matters. Nothing in this world could compare to the feeling that blossoms within her chest as she stares into his eyes. Her pants meld into his as he shifts his hips up, pressing his arousal deeper into her as she comes down, meeting her with each thrust. The deepness, she never knew it could feel like this. She does not know when she is screaming, when she is whimpering, when she is sighing. Her voice is ragged, her throat aflame, yet still she moves, her body instinctively knowing what to do.
Reaching out, nimble fingers bring his hands to her waist where he grips. Without words he already knows what she wants...what she needs. Immediately he complies, gripping her supple flesh, his nails biting into her as he lifts her up. The feeling of loss so deep and intense that she screams, eyes wide with plea. She would do anything just give it back...give it back.
"No...no please! PLEASE give it to me!"
She begs, her voice a mere whisper, a stark contrast to her cries of pleasure. And on the last word he drives her down, her ass jiggling as it slaps against his thighs. She cries out, the sensation of fullness back with accompanying pinpricks of pain. Yes, this is what she wanted. Again and again he guides her, this lovemaking...no their fucking creating many delicious sounds and she is lost to him. Her mind can not even compute that they are awakening any and everyone in the vicinity. Her focus is on the end, on the thrumming within her body, on the sting of her ass as it becomes red. He controls it, controls her, controls the pace which he promptly increases. He has read her so well, knew what her body craved and he delivers...brutally so.
A whine is given to his growl. She is falling, as she desperately clutches at him. She can no longer fight it, no longer withhold the tsunami as it crashes into her. It forces her closer to shore, forces her to witness the glory of him reaching up, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. They are so white, their tips tampering down to a deadly point as they...OH! OH OH OH!
She does not feel his hand on the back of her head, does not feel the shift of her hair as it cascades around them in disarray. She only feels the moment his fangs breaks her skin, the way the ground races up to meet her and everything winks out. A savage snarl is emitted at his words, her body tensing to the point that it seems she is made of stone. Yet still he lifts her, slamming her down. Once...twice...thrice....
Suddenly her hand shoots to her clit, rubbing it furiously as she stays up just above the tip of him instead of letting him slam her back down. A stuttering moan rolling in tune to her violently convulsing body as she begins to squirt, a stream of clear sweet liquid. It arches, catching the moonlight before landing about his chest and neck area. She had long since tasted her fluid, knowing that it is sweet and indeed not piss. It is very much like water in consistency yet when she lets it go it is a powerful feeling. A long low growl is released, very animalistic, as the stream subsides before she slams herself back down. The feeling of him within her during the throes of post orgasm intense and she feels as though she can not breathe, as if she was floating away whilst being drug to hell.
Her convulsing is scarily violent by now, her body moving of its own accord, her sounds of pleasure incoherent as she grips him...her only means of stability. Somewhere she knows he is about to cum, hopes that he should cum now as she lets loose one last wavering scream as another orgasm slams into her, the curse of being multiorgasmic rearing its head. Her pulsing pussy has him in a vice grip, so tight was it's hold upon him as the muscles quiver. He can feel everything through his arousal; he would know that she came again. Her mouth is in a perfect O as she stares down at him, body seeming to still for that one moment as she dies a beautiful death in his arms.
The slowly she slumps down, her erratic breathing easing to normal as darkness claims her. To fly to hell and back was no little task and the minx has succumbed to her passion, has given him her all for the moment and as such she is no longer able to function. Yet one thing is immensely obvious: That was sooo good.
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- My Own Form Of CHAOS - By Damon on June 21, 2014 at 12:40 PM