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 January 30, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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The girls attempts to hurriedly pull her limbs away from him, as if truly fearing he may decide to implant his teeth within them earn the human foal little more then a snort, that long, thick tail flicking up and against his sides before returning his attention to the treat that has fallen to the frosted earth- those powerful jaws biting down upon it before lifting his large head to bury it within the depths of her knapsack in search of further food in much the same manner as he had done with Alexander. It is perhaps impolite and yet the stallion is used to being the dominant force- to commanding others, to eating first and a such places the girl beneath him upon the social hierarchy that exists for all creatures, raiding her bag merely because he chooses to do so- the hand slapping against his face, soft as it is, seeing that large, fine head raise in surprise. Violet eyes narrow upon the girl now, peering towards her beneath lashings of thick mane- her momentary retaliation a surprising thing- especially for a human. He merely watches now as the girl hurries a few steps away, clutching her bag, her words holding measure of chastisement that irk at his nature and yet for now he is willing enough to ignore, this momentary disobedience something that can surely be trained out of her in time.

It is merely the manner in which she address him that so seems to hold his curiosity. He is a watchful creature, instinctive, little given to occur without the war horse's knowledge and as such the way in which she speaks is unusual. Either she knows of what he is, else she treats all animals- or perceived animals upon a plane almost equal to human- her words spoken as if she truly believed they would be understood, though whether on purpose or merely through fanciful dreams he hardly knows. The two apples now held before him see the stallions ears lack back once more in a clear indication of his growing agitation with what he believes to be a foolish game of sorts, as if she expects him to perform some form of task or trick to obtain the apple like a circus mule- her words once more seeming to circumnavigate his beliefs as she places the apple upon the earth and moves away in a manner he deems acceptable enough- stepping forward to take it before his ears swivel atop his skull in response to the approach of another, the man earning little more then an eye roll from the horse whom cannot be bothered to pay attention to his useless words though truly he finds some level of offence in the mans suggestion he belongs amongst the rabble of aged, retired ponies that offer little more than a stroll about the park of squalling children to kick at them and pull upon the reins or be led about by over eager parents or teenagers whom believed they could ride- all clichés he has long since tired off, refusing to degrade himself to any such things.

His head lifts only as the human girl shifts back, though he makes no move to defend her from this stable boy, her welfare is not his concern and yet she had so far proven to be of more worth then the vast majority of supernatural's whom inhabited this city. It would be easy to simply flee, else charge at the man with his rope and halter, far more than one individual having played this game before- as if they believed he could not see such a thing concealed behind his back, as if he believes he is no more intelligent than a sheep that cannot spot it's impending doom- the girls words bringing a passing simper to his features. Hmm. Perhaps she was more intelligent then even he had believed to have noted his lack of shoes and bridle trails, one ear folded back towards her at her offered suggestion, although to what 'handlers' a human possessed he hardly knew as those long, heavy limbs turn in place once more to wander suddenly towards the stable hand. Now little lady, that there's a colt, he ain't used for riding but maybe you should go home and ask you parents about that I think you better let me- ah, there's a good boy.

It takes far more energy then perhaps it should to maintain his disdain at such a phrase, allowing the cowboy to reach one hand up towards him and stroke his neck, allowing the man to believe he hardly noticed the halter the other hand brought steadily upward, head lowered enough to facilitate the cowboy in sliding the leather over his nose before reaching up to buckle the halter behind his ears, the mans hands grasping the rope now- seemingly pleased with his efforts. This, Frost has decided, is a distinctly uncomfortable feeling, the equine entirely un-used to such equipment, the leather an agitation upon his face and yet one he is seemingly tolerable of- until the man sees fit to pull upon the rope. C'mon now, get up, walk on. It takes barely any effort to remain where he is- this man....no Alexander and far easier to outwit as he merely plants his limbs firmly, leaving the cowboy to pull roughly at him once more, Frost offering little more then a sudden and violent upward toss of his head that jerks the man backwards several feet. Steady on there, c'mon now, don't make me get tough with you. Another jerk upon the lead seems to punctuate the mans command, one that sees the stallion suddenly begin to distort and shift, fur and mane receding to be replaced with the short, bare-chested young man, clad in nothing save his jeans and the halter that rests around his neck, arms folded across his chest.

"What the fuck, does steady on mean?"

This- seems to undo the other man entirely, eyes rolling back within his head before he crumples to the floor in a faint, Frost offering a disgusted scoff, reaching over to snatch the rope from the mans hands before beginning to detangle himself from the halter he had become imprisoned in, snowy hair falling to cover his violet eyes before that toned, lithe frame turns at last to the girl, one hand offered towards her now.

"Why merely kick him when I can destabilise his mind and assure he spends the next few years in therapy, hmm? Frost."




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