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 29, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
South
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It is merely a tilt of his white gold skull that sees one violet eye rest upon the fox that retreats further beneath his limbs before twisting entirely to flee as is so often the case of the lesser order predators and yet he is given to prefer the company of those whom at least feign intelligence, foxes one such creature, those whom he has met before at least allowing his patience for the small dog-like creatures to extend further then for those like the wolf before him, a creature incapable of containing herself. Why it is the world seems to so value these animals he hardly knows and yet he truly holds little interest in allowing such thoughts to take up the space within his mind as the wolf merely proceeds to do as all of her kind- bearing her teeth towards him in a threat to use them. It is generations of breeding perhaps, that result in the momentary hesitation that occurs somewhere within the back of his equine mind, centuries of flight or fight incapable of being forced entirely from the forefront of his mind and yet he his human thoughts are inclined to take over in this moment, to soothe the discontent of the equine within and master that prey response as he has done for so many years. Control, after all, is something of true value to the stallion- control in all forms, of himself as much as others, nostrils merely flared in this exhale of heated air that passes with it any ancient desire to flee from that which bears teeth.

She was no more then a disobedient puppy, one her Alpha seemed incapable of controlling, his inability so clearly displayed in the manner in which the wolf sees fit to allow her own feral nature to seep into her very blood. Whether this is an affliction of her animal state or merely a vile loss of her own senses he hardly cares to question, Frost not well taken to the ability to show sympathy in any regard and yet there is little save for sheer and utter contempt upon his features for the ragged creature before him- a slave to her primal urges like a common dog and nothing else. He allows those words to invade his mind, if only for he holds no other way of preventing them as the wolf proudly seems to hold herself, as if her garbled half speech in some way indicates anything other then her stupidity and lack of ability once more. Perhaps she was an animal, just as he, yet he is hardly at the mercy of his instincts, only the very occasional slip within his control every given to upset his façade and yet this...thing before him, was the very epitome of useless. Her growl is meet with little more then the turn of a single ear forward in acknowledgement of his having heard her, the scent of another, one far more intriguing to his masculine mind seeming to ensnare his attention as the barest hint of another fox is given to appear within the sight of his violet gaze.

Hmm. The vixen from the party. His interest within that particular woman remains entirely assured, after all, a fox is a valuable thing, two of them perhaps even better- after all...what lovely pets they would make. It is the slightest twitch of his lip that perhaps betrays the cold, callous equines amusement in having two creatures so easily caught within a hole in the ground before his attention returns at last to the dog. It is with almost no interest at all that he watches the canine take chase like the hound that she is, distracted by even the faintest of movements that seems to unleash this salivating cur and its determination the catchy the thing that runs, a snort passing from his nostrils once more as he merely turns to follow, heavy, feathered hooves crunching against ice and snow as he merely allows himself a lope of sorts- watching as the wolf proceeds to wrap itself about the foxes den, guarding it's prey. The rasping sound that hisses within the throat of the war horse is perhaps some indication of laughter at this sight, the wolf seemingly unable to decide whether it wishes to eat the foxes or play with them and yet- perhaps he cares little either way. It would be a shame to waste something so fine as a fox however.

His hooves merely come to rest several feet from the trio, violet eyes peering beneath that snowy forelock as the chill of the winter air teases at each rippling muscle of the horse, his power turned inward now, allowing the heat to shift and change upon his frame, utilising the frosted conditions for which he is named before so slowly, so easily allowing that frosted caress to encircle the wolf, steadily and slowly stealing the heat from her body, injecting each and every pore with ice and chill and yet the process is slow- deliberately slow, like a sedative steadily forced deeper and deeper into her frame, slowly attempting to shut down each system of her body and yet halting before it goes to far, merely forcing her body to exist upon the very edge of the sleep only sheer cold can bring, attempting to force the wolf to change forms, to end her feral state- or risk plunging her into a cold induced coma for her efforts, the weather adding power in bounds to his ability as he weaves it so silently and masterfully about her and yet it is almost as if he merely seeks to sedate her, calm her, induce sanity back into her mind.

The stallion merely waits several moments for his ability to have the desired effect of shutting down the wolfs system before those measured steps take him forward once more, wary of the creature still, assuring it is sufficiently cold enough to hardly bother with an assault upon him- muzzle extended to bump it momentarily before pausing outside the fox den.

If you feel you can find you senses again I will gladly restore the heat to your body, if not I might assist you in taking a nap.

A single shake of that powerful neck sends his mane askew, flakes of snow cast into the air as his attention turns to the foxes entirely.

Now- are you two going to come out of there or shall I let the wolf dig you out?

Foxes, as he said, are valuable things and truly he should like to......inspect them, this cool and frosted lyrics drifting so easily down and towards them now, the barest hint of Alpha-like authority existing behind them, one eye rolled still towards the wolf that was hopefully attempting to gather its wretched thoughts.




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