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 August 17, 2014 by Tobias
South
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There is a certain sense of....loss within the creature, the young man seemingly entirely unsure of what he was supposed to...do, what he was supposed to be. He had known only two forms of existence within the entirety of his young life. The first had been one of homelessness, a nomadic lifestyle, of hunting and foraging upon the streets of the city- and every other city in between, searching so desperately for his brother and pack, a search that he had held firmly too for near fifteen years. So long...so very long spent within his animal form and free of human contact perhaps having resulted in the half-wild creature he was and yet his loyalty, his devotion to seeking his childhood companion, his pack, his brother- had finally resulted in some form of success some months ago. Yet it had perhaps not been the form of success he had anticipated. His reunion with Tetradore had been shadowed by his own imprisonment alongside the vampire woman whom had been responsible for the loss of his pack all those years ago, the young man forced into that life of slavery alongside his brother, kept as a pet, a thing truly humiliating for any Were and yet for one such as Tobias, in possession of near indomitable will it had been a disaster of sorts. Risqué's ability to control his species had resulted in little more then a violent tug of war, the boy opposing her as viciously as she had seen fit to punish him, Tetradore having struggled to protect him still though how much damage had been done could hardly be said. He was a volatile creature, an often violent one, his mind damaged, fractured, broken and yet he had been capable enough to seize opportunity, to flee with Tetra into the darkness of the night and set the bar that had been their prison ablaze.

Yet...with freedom came perhaps unseen challenges, neither truly aware of how to....live. He simply wanders tonight in search of food, the idea of a supermarket so entirely foreign to the young man that he had simply gone about bringing his pack food by hunting it, dark chocolate eyes aglow within the darkness as he sought some form of prey, his own unique power extend, locating an easy victim within the darkness- until the music seemed to halt him, the musican perhaps, one so very like himself having suffered so long at the hands of vampires and yet in these moments such things remain unknown, the tall, shaggy haired deviant simply drawn by the sound alone as he moves to stride barefoot through the grass and undergrowth, following the sound that seems to very appealing. He is not foreign to music, the nightclub that had been his forced home often filled with the sounds of drums and base and techno that never ended, that raked and clawed at his mind only further pushing the volatile creature further into the recess of his own damaged mind. Yet this is a softer sound, a more appealing one, curiosity having seeming won at as long fingers move to part the branches of the trees. Dark eyes flick from the man to the wolf that has stopped before him, head tilting slightly at the sight of Birdie, his Birdie, his wolf- having situated herself near another male. That the boy is young, younger even then himself hardly seems to matter, a scowl of sorts crossing his features as he moves to wander forward, tousled ebony hair falling into the length of his long lashes.

He simply moves to stand beside the wolf, fingers reaching tangle within the fur of the animal, stroking her side and neck in a manner both affectionate and yet...possessive, a warning of sorts, an unspoken indication to the young man that this wolf, this female- is his. He is a dominant creature and highly so, determined to make his rank clear in this moment, oblivious to the fact the other boy may not even realise he is a Were, seeing perhaps little more then a tall, ebony haired boy with dark eyes and bare feet. The South is not his territory, not as the West, yet only Tetra alone stands above him now and as such, without his companion here, the boy is content to take upon the roll, fingers running again through the fur of the wold before those dark chocolate eyes return to the guitar as the boy strums it, the sound it makes clearly intriguing. His head simply tilts to one side like a curious puppy, the bare footed boy clutching the wolf surely looking every bit as wild as he was in this moment, one hand lifting to point at the guitar.

"I...want to...touch it."

He can barely speak, his words a jumble, each syllable forced, a total lack of education making itself known in these moments as he stutters upon his words, asking, in a way, to be allowed to touch the music making machine, his curious mind desiring to learn about it, so much of what he learns done through touch, one hand still kept possessively within Birdie's fur as he gestures loosely now to the wolf.

"This is...Birdie. Birdie...is mine."

This, seemingly, is important, the young man determined to have this other male acknowledge the fact. Women after all, are possessions, Tobias assured this one belongs to him as he moves to walk abruptly forward, at well over six foot his height is towering, lean frame moving with the silent grace of his species as he abruptly moves to seat himself next to the boy- social norms evidently lost upon him, failing to understand the sudden closeness may not be acceptable to the other boy, one hand reaching forward to snatch at one of the boys braided chords of hair, twisting it in his fingers with evident awe.

"Your hair....feels....good."

That he may not be entirely sane is perhaps clear in this moment.




Tobi
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