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

ANASTASIA, some legends are told


Posted on May 20, 2018 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
South

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word


There was something distinctly wonderful about simply being home. Those lands quite near called to the man, the very scent of the air was somehow familiar to him, even after all these years. His eyelashes fluttered open, only for those blue-green eyes to stare upwards at the ivory ceiling above him. He could hear the sea crashing against the edge of the wharf, the sound all too easily threatened to lull the Hunter back to sleep. It was tempting, truly, especially considering how late they had arrived yesterday after that particularly long flight and yet, Alexander had promised to show his daughter that very city from which he hailed, or at least, the remnants of it. A soft breath of air left his lips as the Hunter untangled himself from those sheets, only to pause before the balcony door to push it open. It was already quickly beginning to warm, promising a bright sunny day. He listened to the sounds of that waking metropolis as he dressed, that city, for being so different from that dreary cobblestoned streets of Sacrosanct, was perhaps far busier, not that Alexander terribly minded. Rather, that Greek city had prompted a rare good mood within the man, evidenced by that equally as rare simper upon his features as he opened the door to his bedroom.

His bare feet padded across the wooden floor, those blue-green eyes glancing around the open space only to be met with little movement at all. Anastasia must still be sleeping, or at least, had not yet ventured from her bedroom, at the very least. He meandered towards the kitchen, the man pausing before the hot water kettle, filling it only to start that boiling process. For a moment he stood there, watching that water boil before a white cardboard box caught his eye from the periphery of his vision. His attention turned inquisitively towards that bakery box, reaching out to flip open the lid. Those pastries within prompted a grin upon his features - God how long had it been since he'd had a proper tiropita! He'd have to thank the staff for leaving that typical Greek breakfast treat. The man reached in to take one of those cheese pastries, all too content to nibble on that savory pastry as he busied himself with that French press, letting the aromatics of that coffee fill the room. It was, he was certain, the best sort of scent to wake up to and, hopefully, it would draw the young woman from her bedroom.

After all, though it was early enough in the morning, he had anticipated she wanted to see far more of that country then merely the remnants of that palace he had grown up within. The country, after all, was proud of their heritage and once Macedonian reign. The two countries were so often prone to their disputes should either claim the Dark Hunter too much for themselves. It seemed silly, truly, and more than once the King himself had been forced to step in, even if it was outside of the public's knowledge. At least, today, he had some level of anonymity - those tourists would be largely ignorant that Alexander himself walked with them through those historical sites, even if it pained him to see what was left of his empire.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

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