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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on July 02, 2014 by Tobias
South
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It is one of his more favoured games, the lanky leopard having relegated himself to a far corner of the bar, pressed back within the shadows, attempting to remain entirely unseen as he mutters darkly to himself, lips moving and folding softly in his barely audible murmurings and yet those long fingers continue to roll and twitch, as if the boy pulls and tugs at invisible ties. The crowd around him, the group nearest to the shadowy creature seem to become all the more unruly, so entirely unaware of his manipulation, those darkened eyes narrowed with disdain upon them, pressing and driving his fledgling power deeper and more destructively against them. The rising of the volume of the music, the ever present flashing of the lights seeming to only further aggravate the boy and as such, only further seem to accentuate his powers until the first punch is thrown, that line between reckless abandon and violent desire so very thin as the fight erupts between the vampire group and the barest hint of a satisfied smirk graces his lips. It is...vindictive perhaps and yet if Risqué is foolish enough to underestimate him, then he is entirely content to abuse this moment, the boy nothing short of an opportunist as bouncers struggle to break apart the violence and the boy simply continues to watch with darkened mirth from the shadows of the dance floor, dark eyes peering beneath that ever-wild hair as he does. The scent of another sees his mind distracted, his hold upon the group beginning to falter, though the remaining tendrils of his influence are slow to leave the system, others beginning to join the brawl while more still simply stare in surprise or continue dancing, this momentary flicker of discord a mere fraction of the power he is slowly, playfully, learning to use.

Dark eyes slice suddenly sideways, resting upon the curled locks of the wolf-girl he has befriended, lip lifting ever so slightly in some shadow of pleasure at seeing her, the club momentarily forgotten as her shoulder brushes against his own, her whispered words seeing his head tilt slightly once more with curiosity- though he hesitates still. He is not allowed to leave, at least, he is not supposed to, Risqué busy perhaps, thus her hold over him tonight something weaker, something he is more willing to press against as those dark eyes fixate once more on an already agitated vampire, power forced against him, the young man taking a mere moment to grab the nearest bar stool and hurl it at a bouncer in what appears to be little more then a drunken rage as they rush to apprehend him, offering the leopard a merely momentary space of time to slip through the steel door and out behind the woman. A surprise, it would seem, is worth being shouted or beaten or punished in some regard. Perhaps, if he is sneaky, they may not even notice he is gone. He moves to follow the woman now, content in her presence, comfortable to a certain extent. She is not pack, perhaps and yet he has grown used to her scent and her company, his own form readily shifting away his clothing to land heavily beside her in his gold and spotted pelt, long limbs loping easily to position himself ahead of her, if only slightly- just as he is assured it is his right to do.

Something of a purr rises within his throat as the pair move further and further away from the noise of the club, his own mind stretching, extending...searching for either of his pack mates, though he knows well Tetra remains within Syn, upon the rooftop and Nadya is far from her still, instincts assuring him of such before he returns his attentions to the she-wolf. She is not pack, yet for now, she will do. Heavy paws fall readily upon the outskirts, golden eyes wide with cat-like curiosity as his lope is slowed to a wander of sorts, tail flicking up against the she-wolf within the darkness as hunting instincts only further increase, a different form of adrenaline rolling within his veins as his form lightens, loosens and moves with the instinct of any predator, so readily seeking the scents of prey upon the wind. Muscles roll and coil now, the young man clearly of the belief they are here to hunt, the woman's words penetrating his mind as he pauses to regard her now, golden gaze turned towards the field ahead and her request that he run though it.

Surprise is...in field?

For a moment he simply continues to regard it with wary apprehension, mistrust lingering within his gaze, an effect perhaps, or Risqué upon him, the deviant unwilling to believe the world is safe, that others do not seek to harm him. Whatever trust remains for the wolf however, sees a tentative step forward, the leopard descending down and into the field of grass, his walk becoming a lope before easily spilling into a run, the boy seemingly content with this game alone, stretching his limbs within the vastly more open space, a snicker of sorts upon his lips, mind searching for Birdie, seeking to assure himself she is coming too before a shower of fireflies erupts upwards and before him, a yowl of surprise released as he skids and halts, watching the insects flutter upwards as those pupils suddenly dilate, muscles coiling and bunching before his form is launched upward and into the air, paws snapping and slashing before he twists to land upon his feet- launching forward again in sudden euphoria, paws swinging wildly once more as he lands, crouching yet again, rear lifting as only a cat can do, waggling slightly in preparation for a third leap that sees him soaring above the grass with open jaws, evidently of the opinion they can be caught in this fashion, landing and soaring once again as a rumbling hissing sound, akin to childish laughter erupts from within him.

Come Birdie.....come...to eat them.


Tobi
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