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

did no one see the writing on the wall?


Posted on August 13, 2014 by Alekai
South
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It was one of those truly rare nights in which Azrael was almost, almost content, the thoughts of his mind quiet and his near obsessive need to slaughter anything emitting a supernatural aura within a two hundred mile radius seemingly satisfied for the night. It was early still, making this moment all the more rare for the often taciturn blonde as he moved to pull on his loose-fitting denim jeans and the soft, loose white cotton shirt he wore on the rare occasions he chose not to go outside. It would be an early night, a night off, the man occasionally allowing himself a momentary reprieve from his duties, assured the world would be safe enough without his reluctant protection for at least one night and truly it felt almost refreshing not to have to bother with weapons and leather padded body armour and his spare pair of far less comfortable boots. He never had truly gotten over the loss of his favoured Italian leather shoe he'd had it for years, having purchased the pair in Italy no less, his time there having been short and yet memorable all the same. A momentary simper of sorts moved to trace his lips at this faint memory before he moved to shut the wardrobe over, turning his back upon his myriad of weapons for the night, padding barefoot atop the carpet and down the hall, collapsing readily onto his couch, the beginnings of a football game just having started and his pizza sure to be on the way. He never could cook after all. Evelyn had bemoaned his lack of skill to no end, forced him to learn the most basic of dishes and yet having managed to burn toast for the umpteenth time she had finally banned him from the kitchen. Clara had been better, she never expected him to cook, in those days few men ever did any chores, it was woman's work, society was a different thing...a different time, much of his older ways still entirely intact despite the more modern flavour of the world. Maybe he should have paid more attention, maybe then he wouldn't be eating two-minute noodles ever night. Then again, it was surprising what his Hunter body could survive on.

It started as almost a twitch of sorts, his thoughts drifting lazily towards the idea of going outside before he brushed it away effortlessly. It was his one night off, he wasn't going to waste it going for a walk of all things, especially not to the park. The more he thought on it however, the more the idea of the park seemed to be almost appealing. He managed a frown of sorts, handsome features creasing slightly in some sense of discord, turning up the volume of the television if only to attempt to drown out his own thoughts and sudden desire to go for a stroll. He didn't want to, he was almost entirely sure he didn't and yet the more he denied it, the more appealing the idea suddenly seemed to be. It was a nice night after all, why should he be wasting it inside. With a shrug of sorts the tall man managed to roll effortlessly up and onto his feet, heading readily for the door, the idea of shoes seeming to have escaped him in that moment as his outright need to get to the park seemed ensnare his thoughts entirely. It was, perhaps for his bare feet- a fortunate thing that the park was hardly far from his apartment, the Hunter wandering easily from the sidewalk and into the overgrown nature reserve he had always felt was more of an eyesore and a breeding ground for god knows what rather then a safe and recreational use of a picnic area as so many humans seemed t believe. Tonight however, even his usual pessimism in regards to life in general seemed unable to sway him for his determination to get....to that tree.

It was, he decided, perhaps the ugliest tree he had ever seen, why he even wanted to go to it remained to be seen...and why wasn't he wearing any shoes? Bare feet carried him those last few paces to the ancient lump of wood, golden eyes narrowed slightly now, unable to remember even why he had wanted to come here. He'd seen this tree before, passed it a million times on his Hunts and never bothered to stop and really look at it. So why should he care now? His mind still...itched however, as if something continued to tease at the outskirts of his thoughts, determined to push him further as if he lingered upon the very precipice of some great discovery and yet the longer he stared at the worn, tired Beech the more annoying he decided he found it. It was unfortunate really- that he hadn't thought to bring an axe.

"Shit!"

Something stabbing into the base of his bare foot saw the toned blonde readily react, a tirade of muttered cursing spilling readily from his lips as he suddenly moved to seat himself upon the grass, lifting his foot up and turning it over to examine the base, having managed to tread onto some sort of thorn. Fabulous. With an exaggerated sigh he managed to grasp the base, pulling it from his foot, fingers pressing down on the wound momentarily, his ability to heal already at work as a sudden flash of movement beneath the vines of the tree moved to catch his attention, sharp, Hunters sense rapidly feeling the overwhelming sensation of a nearby...witch. Why he didn't remember even wanting to come here suddenly seemed all the more plausible. Someone, some poor unfortunate little witch had clearly been practicing her spells, ne that surely must have backfired if it had been him that had been called, a momentary smirk tracing his lips as long fingers tangled gently with the vines, the man rolling onto his knees as he parted them.

"I don't know what the hell you think your play-"

Any further words rapidly died upon his lips, golden eyes falling onto the raven black hair that still haunted both his dreams and his waking hours, her eyes as entirely as blue as he remembered them. Of every witch in this city, why the hell did it have to be this one? The resemblance was just...uncanny, the girl looking so...so much like the one he had already lost so many years ago. For a moment, just a moment, his features almost soften, unable to hide the emotion so long buried that manages to stir beneath his often icy façade before the sight of a doll in her arms seemed to shatter that momentary illusion.

"What the fuck is that supposed to be? Is that me?"

Golden amber eyes narrow warily beneath his tousled golden hair, desperately seeking to remain on the doll and not the woman herself. He doesn't have a weapon, hadn't thought to bring one and yet he is entirely assured he can kill her without one all the same. He can kill her. He is sure. She isn't Evelyn. She was one of them a worthless creature, undeserving of life, a manipulator of nature, holding a power God alone should have...so why.....why did he hesitate with her? Why was she clutching some sort of...doll version of him? The man at least had the sense to display some form of caution now, his arrival here evident proof it had worked.

"I'm going to ask you why I'm here and it better be a fucking entertaining answer otherwise I'm going to find something to impale you with, alright? Then again, I might be willing to trade you a head start if you let me have the little doll."

The smooth, deep baritone of his voice broke the silence once more. Hopefully he could terrify her enough into just giving it to him, maybe then he could kill her like he was supposed to. He let her get away once, he can't let it happen again. Even if she is still just as lovely as she had been the last time.

"What the hell do you want?"





Alekai Azrael Evero
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