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

you ain't nothin' but a hound dog


Posted on April 28, 2014 by Alekai
South
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The elderly woman's continued droning seemed only to further insight the young man's growing irritation, fingers taping with an impatient air against the worn wood of her doorway as the ancient excuse for a human being continued to prattle until he was no longer given to listen, mind steadily proceeding to filter through her verbal drool and snatch any tendril of information he deemed useful to his current predicament. Mentally incapable as she was, the old crone had continued to report disturbances in the courtyard outside her apartment, the sort of activity she mentioned seeming to fit the pattern for some sort of herbivorous Were and yet the more the aged pensioner continued to speak the further assured the blond man became of his own hypothesis. He allowed her to vocalise her discontent for several moments more before a roll of his golden amber eyes saw the tall, toned young man simply barge right past her and into her haphazard apartment, throwing open the window to peer down into the courtyard below and the rows of carefully potted plants and meagre vegetables the occupants seemed to have attempted to coax into life with varying results. What readily captured the young man's gaze however- was the snowy white rabbit that moved amongst the discoloured leaves, beady eyes flicking rapidly as it's lengthy ears folded forward in response to sounds the weak breeze carried. For some moments Azrael merely stared, tendrils of white gold hair catching the length of his lashes before something akin to a sneer seemed to contort his normally handsome features, eyes rolling with evident dishonour before he turned abruptly back to the aged woman, cutting her off mid-sentence.




"Lady- it's a fucking rabbit."




Whether it was his use of the profanity or the abruptness with which his baritone voice parted his lips that silenced her- he hardly cared, pivoting on his heel once more to brush past her again, tucking his hands into his jeans pocket, pulling the hood of his sleeveless black jacket upward and over his head, hiding the mess of blond locks that so seemed to characterize him before heading for the door. Her high-pitched wail halted him a final time, patience wearing thin as long fingers gripped the wood of her door frame once more, teeth gritting as he struggled to force his temper down. 'What if it's one of those Demons? What if it changes in the night and robs me or violates me!' Had he been a humorous sort of fellow he may have even been inclined to laugh, as it was he simply turned once more, this movement released in a rush, an explosion of speed that saw him land atop her balcony rail, having crossed the length of her apartment in a single burst as she shrieked in surprise and the clicking sound of the glock was barely registered by the unfortunate rabbit below before it near exploded in a hail of blood and fur. The barest hint of a smirk curved upward across his lips, golden eyes flicking back towards the stunned woman whom seemed to clutch her walking frame in a desperate effort not to faint as he stepped silently down from the rail, one eye lifting upward.




"Well look at that, I suppose it was just a rabbit after all."




He didn't have time for this sort of shit. Slamming the door behind him as he left. The weapon was tucked discreetly back beneath the sleeveless hoody he wore, preferring to have his arms and shoulders unencumbered at all times, hands tucking back into his pockets as he stepped back out and onto the street. Maybe he shouldn't have said 'fuck' in front of an eighty year old woman. Then again- he was nearly eighty himself, or close enough, even if he seemed barely older than his early twenties by way of appearance. One hand left his pocket long enough to run through his tousled hair, concealed as best he could beneath the hoody. He hated it. Hated it's colour, hated how it never seemed to be anything other than a mess and fell into his eyes- yet bothering to cut it before it until it became a complete nuisance seemed little more than another waste of time- like todays expedition. Perhaps the Outskirts would prove more...fruitful. Long fingers twisted easily to light a cigarette, taking a drag as he wandered almost nonchalantly along the sidewalk, black trainer soundless as he did, years spent perfecting his movements assuring he made near no sound in anything he did. Maybe he should quit the smoking, then again, maybe he didn't care- besides, it wasn't going to kill him. Flicking the cigarette away he stepped lightly, silently into the shadows of the outskirts, heading further away from the lights of the city and towards the more feral areas of town. It was time to check his traps.




Vampires were one thing, Magic Users another but the Shape Shifters were something else entirely. It was these despicable Were's he loathed more than the others. At least vampires were human once, at least the Witch's and Warlocks held some semblance of humanity. It hardly made them worth saving, hardly made them worth the air they breathed- or didn't it the case of vampires- but the Were.....they were a different matter to his mind. Half of them were born with that sickening disease, they were barely human, barely anything but demonic animals that seemed to have learned to imitate human kind in some effort to further infiltrate humanity. They had no thoughts, no real feelings despite what so many of them seemed to profess before he ran a sword blade between there head and shoulders and sent them back to whatever part of hell allowed them to exist at all. Disgusting, vile things, the lot of them. It was a shiver of sorts that jerked the young man to a halt, an electric hiss, almost static like, crawling against his spine that saw his eyes narrow. It was a different feeling each time he found one of them, a different sensation depending upon the species and this...crawling in his veins that had been so absent in the presence of the now deceased rabbit indicated that one of his traps at least- had proved fertile.




One hand reaches up to snag the low limb of a tree, lithe, hard, athletic frame allowing him to vault easily into the branches as he stepped expertly between them, wandering with an ease that bleeds readily of ego and assurance as he steps lazily out onto the branch above the trapped creature, the filthy thing marked with the symbol of hell itself.




"Well, well, well, what do we have here, hmm?"




It is an easy drawl that rings out, cutting the silence of the forest as he crouches down atop the branch above the trapped wolf, the silver infused trap designed to weaken it and wound it all at once. It was female, that much was clear and yet aside from that Az sees no need to offer it anything else by way of classification. It was a sin, an abomination and that was all he needed to know. He head was kept deliberately low, hood hiding much of his face aside from the few tendrils of blond hair that manage to eclipse the shadow of his cowl. It pays to cover his face, this he has learned. So few ever escape him and yet it is better if the ones that do have no idea who pursued them in the first place. Another smirk of sorts laces his smooth, youthful features as the choices before him lingered. Perhaps he should shoot it, a few silver bullets just to watch it struggle before finishing it with his silver infused sword, that later strapped to his back as it always was, the hilt barely visible beneath the thick hoody and leather padding beneath that provided added protection from claws and fangs. It was unlikely the bitch was going to lay down and let him lope off her head. Hmmm, bullets it would have to be. The glock rolled lazy around one finger before falling neatly into place in his hand with the air of someone whom has done this- for too long, aimed squarely at the struggling wolf below.




"Nighty night puppy."




He can't think of clever puns all the time now can he?






Alekai Azrael Evero
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