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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on November 15, 2014 by Damon
South


It seems I only get to know more and more about my crimson haired companion the more time I spend with her. Maybe if I had known her in her human life, I would have knowledge of her basic fears and yet this has escaped me, that is, until now. As I watched her from the pool of water at the bottom of the cliff, I could tell that she was deeply troubled. I could smell her fear, so terrified, so human. Usually I would sense this as weakness but with her, I only feel more determined, like there's nothing I wouldn't do to help her face this fear and become closer to the magnificent creature that she now is. And so it doesn't take me long to climb out of the water and run for her. I recall that quick shaking of her head as she backed away from the cliff face even as I run. She was petrified and seemingly made up her mind that there's no way she will jump from the cliff. She wasn't counting on me though.

Once I make it back up to her, there's no need to hesitate to catch my breath since of course that's no longer necessary. The smell of fear is more palpable up here and the more I look at her, the more determination I feel to help her push past this. My jaw stiffens, my lips scowling as I press toward her, no longer hesitant to get close since she didn't seem to mind it before. Not that I would ever push myself on her space; I just feel that hesitation at this point would only give her mind room to doubt. And so I remain confident as I once more step to the cliff side, looking out over the city lights with a god's expression, or at least about the same expression I would figure one would wear. And then I turn to her, my face melting into something more relatable, something more human. Only for her.

I reach my hand out, palm up, expectantly waiting for her own and when she shakes her head instead and whispers to me that she can't, I don't budge from my position, more adamant than ever that I'm not going down alone this time. I can see the tears pooling in her eyes and it makes something inside me squirm with agitation, like a cornered animal. I don't like seeing those there and knowing that I had something to do with it. My scowl deepens but I shake my head, slowly, my own voice whisper soft and filled with an affection I didn't even think I had in me.

"Most would say flying is just a form of falling with style."

I raise a brow just a smidgen, enough to try to coax her toward something of a lighter mood because I can't stand seeing her like this. It makes me want to give up the whole charade and call it a night but I know that in itself would be fruitless and I've got way too much planned left for the night to call it quits just yet. She remains hesitant and just out of reach and it's everything I can do not to step to her or belittle the space between us myself. I want to go to her, to comfort her and soothe away the tears but I can't make myself move. And as I look away back over the cliff side, still serene in my expression as I'm contemplating giving up for now so I don't push her, that's the moment when I feel the cool softness of her hand as it falls in mine. My head snaps back to hers, surprise flickering in my depths before I push it down, a tenderness taking its place as my lips arch into an encouraging smile. I hold my ground as she takes the first step, moving herself to my side so that she, too, can look out over the city lights. I can only hope this will be a memory she will cherish forever, the night that she braved a human fear, together with me.

When she looks at me, my own gaze falls back to hers, searching her depths for any signs of doubt or regret. I know I'll see fear and uncertainty but I never want her to resent the things she does with me. At her bidding, I nod, even as I give her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I won't."

I reassure her. And then we jump. The fall is as expected, just as it was the first time around for me, but this time I can only think about the small hand grasping my own more firmly. Her porcelain skin is flawless in the moonlight, particles bouncing off of her gossamer arms, the only things I can think about as we descend toward the pool of water waiting for us at the bottom. Her eyes sparkle like sapphires, her hair a tangle of firey strands dancing in the wind of our fall. It's a picture to be mounted on someone's wall but I feel honored to be able to enjoy it all to myself tonight. And then the water welcomes us with a great splash, re-soaking my clothes to my skin as if I never left it. Even as we hit the surface, I find myself giving her hand another soft squeeze, wanting to let her know in this moment that I'm here for her. As we finally slow our descent, I kick with my feet, sending us both back up to the surface. There's no panic or rush in my graceful strokes, only a beaming elation to know that we did it. And as we surface, the look on her face is priceless, an expression of pure disbelief before she moves closer.

My skin tingles the moment her forehead comes into contact with my own, my blue gray eyes searching her own for her emotions in the aftermath of the jump. Her hands caress my jawline with tenderness, causing my eyes to darken a little of their own accord, though my smile only deepens and softens, my jaw relaxing into her touch. The smile on her lips is dazzling, a show stopper as she whispers her gratitude and my eyes sparkle slyly. She chuckles, a musical melody, the best I've ever heard. I flash her a toothy grin as my hands come to rest on the curve of her hips beneath the water, helping to hold her up as my feet do all the work with their slow paddling. My thumbs stroke her shirt gently, my body suddenly very aware of how little stands between us and just how well her clothes fit her when they're wet. I feel the urge to kiss her again, watching the water droplets pool and drip from her pillow soft lips, remembering well just how soft they were in that all too brief kiss up on the cliff. I know that I want to, but without knowing her thoughts on the matter, I don't want to risk pushing her away. Nothing is worth that.

So instead I finally sigh as if in resignation and bring a hand up to gently remove a strand of wet hair from her forehead, stroking it back behind her ear as my fingers trail down her ear and neck slowly before I pull it away.

"I have another suprise in store when you're ready."

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