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.

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Posted on December 17, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
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One hand reached back into the chilled water of the river he knelt beside, lifting that freezing liquid to splash against the skin of his forearm, wiping away those few remaining smatterings of blood from the splinters he had spent the better part of the day removing, the barista and his spear having proven an unlikely opponent and yet the equine had only found himself further fascinated with the blonde haired man. For now however, such trivial thoughts were returned to the back of his mind, the young man having retreated to the outskirts and his own little patch of territory in search of a few precious moments of peace from the rabble of the city. It would also be...imprudent to allow his small and fledgling pack, consisting of little more then himself and the wolf currently sleeping in his home, of which even then it was more a partnership of convince more then a true pack relationship- to be made aware of any injury upon himself, even one so very insignificant as the splinters he had removed. The lithe young man steps easily from the water, oblivious entirely to the chill of the air and smoke of his breath upon it, incapable of feeling the winters frosted caress. One hand reaches to snatch his shirt from the snow, returning it to his body, hands tucked back into his pockets as he simply turns from the water's edge. The snowy-haired man is barely given to wander more than a few feet before the bitter sound of snarls sees his stride halted. Violet eyes slice sideways as he merely stands, his own animalistic senses extended now to do as those so often perceived as prey do best, seeking to find the location of this potential threat and yet it is here that the man separates from the instinct of his species, strolling now towards the sound rather then fleeing before it.

This small patch upon the outskirts, from the park to the river in which the man had only moments ago sought to clean his minor wound within, has become his own personal territory of sorts, the markings surely clear enough for any to see and yet while perhaps the scent of an unfortunate fox should be given to instil within him some desire to help, it is more so this blatant disregard for his own property that so spurs the often callous creature into activity. He despises most predators, vile, blood drinking creatures that care for little more than filling their mouths with flesh, their perceived superiority over anything with hooves or horns a continued thorn within his side. How very wrong they are to think as they do, to believe the gift of fangs is somehow deserving of a crown or of dominion above all others. The surprise in their eyes to meet death at the hands of one that for so long they have hunted is a look he is sure he will never grow tired off, the mere though seeing a smirk of sorts pass like a shadow across his lips as the man pauses within the trees.

Somewhere beneath that thickened forelock of white hair the violet gaze of the Were moves to rest upon the giant lupine that has so dared to trample about on his own personal patch of territory, gaze drifting with laconic ease to the small pile of clothing and the fox that existed beneath it, the stench of blood a vile reek to his nostrils- a stench the wolf seems so determined to extend as her violent intent towards the smaller dog merely becomes clear. For a moment he is half inclined to merely watch, to enjoy the sight of two predators tearing themselves apart and yet he finds this wolf displeasing, an irritation to himself and one he is unwilling to tolerate. His own change is sudden and yet not without it's pains, his human form sleek and slender, his Were form a towering, hulking thing that shocks his system each and every time and yet not near so much as to slow his sudden move forward. The white gold stallion merely moves to stride from the undergrowth, neck arched in a manner that exudes the dominance of his Alpha blood, each step a dance upon the earth akin to the piaffe that sees every muscle gleam and roll beneath that splendid pelt that displays all the magnificence that is afforded to the equine breed, thick, luxuriant mane tumbling across those ever violet eyes as that handsome head swings sideways, feathered hooves slamming against the earth to announce his own presence now and draw the attention of the lupine.

If the size of the wolf is given to daunt the stallion it hardly shows, he is superior in weight and muscle, born and bred for the designs of war, crafted to stand before that which would see others of his kind to flee. He never was easily intimidated, his own dominance exuding from every pore of his frame as he merely continues forward now, the snow melting beneath his hooves, leaving a trail of green in his wake that that blossoms in an array of colour. It is merely an expression of his own talents, the heat from his body rising with every stride- a shield of sorts that begs the wolf to dare to bite what will only incinerate her lips as the hulking war horse comes to stand over the fox, one foreleg either side of her. He does not play the hero, the fox of no interest to himself and yet she is the lesser of evils within his space today. Besides- foxes are clever, it would be a shame to have one wasted, violet eyes seeking the wolfs own between lashings of thickened ivory forelock.

This is why I so loath you creatures, you are slaves to your own desires for blood, your mind is ruined by it.

His words are emotionless as always, frosted lyrics parted in vocals of cool baritone, ears folded back now against his skull, lips pulled back from his own teeth as one foreleg struck suddenly forward in a violent and sudden heated strike- warning the wolf back now as that heat continues to radiate from his frame in warning.

Do not press your luck further then it has been pressed, puppy, go home, it would seem these woods belong to others now.





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