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

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Posted on August 31, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
South
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


Kathryn has always been a bit headstrong and a bit stubborn, and it has gotten the young witch into trouble on numerous occasions. Those bright eyes able to freeze over with a moment's notice the instant someone doubts her abilities or were to tell her that she could not do something. Kathryn had never been a shy baby bird within the nest, even after her mother left her with her grandparents the witch had only perhaps hardened, despite even her young age. A boisterous child with perhaps a bit too much energy, it showed itself in other ways, Kathryn had a strong voice, that sometimes carried further than other children's had, and often times she was seen testing the boundaries of what was considered safe. Climbing to the highest branch, swimming as deep as she could with no fear of being able to hold her breath when she needed to return to the surface for a breath of air. Her grandparents had taken her cotillion classes in an attempt to rein the wild, sable haired child in. And while Kathryn had enjoyed her time, and had learned to calm down a bit, she was still a fighter, rising from the ground, but this time with more grace and poise.

In the end, Kathryn is Kathryn and she never changes.

Even if the blue eyed witch had been vigilant enough to catch rain and thunderstorms on the weather forecast, she most likely still would have come to the beach this afternoon, not intent on changes plans just for a chance of rain, though in this case, it seemed to be less of a chance and more of a guarantee, as such had occurred, raining on her beach day rather than her parade. Kathryn had wanted a beach day and that was given, though with a bit more water than she had anticipated for. It was a good thing that water causing witches to melt was only a thing in movies, otherwise Kat would be royally screwed.

She wonders, if only briefly, if she would ever be able to conjure up enough wind to cause a storm to move, to shift the clouds and rain elsewhere in the world. Of course, Kathryn usually doesn't give much thought to her abilities, most likely because she was still learning to cover the basics, like not creating a tornado every time she was scared or angry. She just is curious how easy it would be to summon the winds, to change their direction. She wishes more than anything that she had some sort of instructor, mentor, teacher, whatever it would be called. She had finally grown comfortable with the reality that she now had powers, but she just didn't know their extent. She had not told her grandparents yet of her discovery, something that they no doubt knew due to fleeting images and memories floating to the surface of a young Kathryn showing her grandparents of her abilities. It would have been nice if they could have taught her. Both of them had always been patient and kind teachers, instilling confidence in their granddaughter. But why had them kept it a secret for so long? It was this single question that has kept her from saying anything to either of them.

As the young witch comes to stand underneath the restaurant's overhang the air around her is warmer under the falling water now that the rain drizzled downwards upon the beach. It feels as though it had been such a long time since Kat had come to the beach, shame it was ruined by the weather, really. She runs her fingers through her dark hair once or twice and the previously wind blown hair now comes to rest along her back, falling down her body to a slight curl towards the end. Luckily, he clothes had managed not to get too wet and the material they were made of would dry quickly. Perhaps she would get a warm tea and maybe a small snack and hopefully by then the rain would clear enough for Kathryn to ride her bike home. Defeatedly, she sits down in a chair and waits for the waitress to come around.

She isn't paying attention to her surroundings. A gentle breeze rolls through underneath her attention. Disracted by the breeze and the way her inner powers reach out to the surface of her skin wanting to control it, to manipulate the breeze as easily as a puppet, Kathryn suddenly spins around, unsure if she had really heard the deep baritones or not. Silver blue eyes dance across the sea of faces until they rest upon a man with devil's smile, strong voice and captivating blue eyes.

Too blue.
They remind her of the ocean's depths.
Seriously, no one's eyes were THAT blue.

A grin, although small and a simper of a thing finds the lips of the girl with the sable hair. "You're telling me," she says, her voice clearly showing her irritation. Kathryn had always read like a book when it came to her emotions. She could be as wild as wind, and as untamable (and hot headed as her grandparents would say) as the flame, and each emotion would show on her face as if written in bright ink and highlighted pink. "A better choice would have been reading the weather forecast," she huffs silver blue eyes turning to look out across the beach and to the swelling waves. And then the witch sees that as the end of the conversation as the waitress strolls over. Kathryn's glacier blue eyes notices she is carrying a bottle of whiskey. Interesting. She places it before the man and Kathryn watches with interest for a moment. Not many around here seemed to delve into the drink, not like her family had back home. Having grown up around whiskey her entire life due to her grandad's company, it is a refreshing sight, but the dark haired girl doesn't know whether to comment on such a thing or not. Drinking habits, especially drinking an entire bottle of whiskey alone in the morning, could be a touchy subject. She wants to ask to see where and when it was bottled, always an interest to the girl, but just then the waitress approaches her. "Can I just get a coffee, please?" She says, refusing the menu politely. "Thank you," she says, still facing away from the blue eyed man, but her curiosity overtaking a time or two, glances stolen.

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