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

damn girl, this is typical, typical


Posted on May 06, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
South
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It was one of the deeper sleeps he remembered and yet it seemed slightly...off all the same. It was a thick, heavy, overly oppressive sleep, the type he recalled from only once before. He'd only ever had one operation his entire life, to remove a bullet lodged between two ribs as a horse and yet this sort of sleep reminded him distinctly of that, though he couldn't entirely recall why. He'd tried more than once to stir some sort of consciousness into himself, vaguely aware that it shouldn't take this much effort to wake up and yet his thoughts felt as thick and heavy and slow as everything else. Moving was entirely too much effort today. In fact, today felt like an excellent day to simply just stay in bed. The girls would have to look after themselves, he had no intention of getting up. At least until something touched his side, every muscle seizing in response to...something, that thick, dark haze so rapidly obliterated that equine is left almost stunned as his eyes rapidly open, that darkness seeming to have rather more pain then he anticipated in its wake. He is left gasping by the time it finally stops, the voice of someone ringing within his ears as he attempts to force some clarity into his vision. Where the hell was he? When did he get here? Confusion rapidly invades near every thought, the snowy haired man blinking several moves times, aware of the hiss and crackle of electricity by his head once more- looking up for the first time at.....some guy. Who the fuck was he?

For half a moment Frost merely believes fate, perhaps, had finally caught up with him. He always knew it would. Evidently Azrael or Dareios or Tetradore, hell, even Sorcha had finally hired someone to do their job for them. Either that or he owed this guy money. The stallion becoming rather well known for swindling others when it came to matters of finance. This was hardly the first time he'd ever been threatened with that particular weapon either, the realization that it had been used to wake him up merely seeing him frown slightly, that frown only deepening at the man's mention of his friend. What friend? Last Frost recalled he hardly knew anyone he was willing to afford that title too outside Alexander or perhaps his pack mates- the notion that this man may well have somehow managed to capture one of them seeing his gaze rapidly flick to the far corner of the....room....or whatever this was. He could barely see, his eyes still struggling to adjust to this rather dimply lit place and yet his nose worked entirely well, the girl lacking any truly familiar scent- the stallion finding himself grateful it was not one of his own, although the scent seemed vaguely familiar all the same. The girl, evidently, was deserving of much the same wake-up call he was, the equine merely content to watch, seemingly entirely unmoved by the display. After all, if it was no one he held any value associated to then he hardly found he cared- the man far more taken with attempting to work out why his wrists burned so much.

It takes considerably more effort then the man is content to admit to attempt to even pull himself up enough to examine his arms and the silver chains running back to the wall. Hmm. This was decidedly more hard-core then most debt collectors ever were. Maybe this one wasn't with the union. His fingers reach up, brushing the silver chain about his neck, the man glancing back to examine his legs in the same manner. This was...not entirely as he'd anticipated, his mind finally seeming to register far more of the situation, instinct alerting him at last to the presence of Hunter as the other man strode back towards him, weapon in hand. This time Frost is entirely more prepared for what he knows is coming, unable to prevent the spasm of his muscles in response or the pain that lanced through them- this time however he is entirely unwilling to reward the Hunter with any actual sound. Belligerent stubbornness after all, has little to do with his powers and far more to do with his personality, offering no more than a sharp exhale the moment he stops and his muscles are his own once more. He had grown up with Hunters, some of a similar mind to this one (although granted this one seemed overly vindictive) the man hardly having never suffered such a thing before. In fact he finds himself overly tired of this ridiculous charade, the stallion already reaching for his powers, the response was...weak at best, whatever he'd been given to render him unconscious evidently still within his system and yet he hardly needed a maximum effort to explode this fucking fools brain. A brain heated barely more than two degrees would send him into seizures. Frost entirely aware of just how simple such a thing was. Then it would merely take a few hours of recovery time before whatever was in his blood wore off enough to summon the force needed to melt silver.

The Hunter's speech however, offered momentary reason to pause. This man was clearly not with the Mounted Unit, seeking some revenge for having been thrown off or Frosts rather numerous crimes throughout much of Europe, nor did he appear to be working for the council at all. His mention of something else having been injected seeing Frost pull back his powers- if only briefly. Either the man was bluffing or his wasn't, Frost content to wait until he left before finding out- the cage door slamming in his wake with a promise of his return. The man's methods were...almost admirable really, his technique unique if nothing else and yet Frost holds little care to actually see what else might be encouraged from the overly aggressive Hunter. He pushes himself upward, despite his bodies protest and aching muscle, drawing his knees beneath him before forcing himself to stand at last. A voice from the far corner of the room drawing his attention. He'd almost forgotten about her.

"Raven?"

Either the girl was involved in far more nefarious dealings then he had ever thought her capable of, else this lunatic had merely grabbed the first two Were's he could find, his own lip curling up slightly at the sight of the woman he'd very near killed himself and tormented a second time in the forest some time before. He truly disliked this creature, her words earning her little more than a snort.

"On the contrary I'm rather pleased it's you and not someone I actually value. I should have hated to be caught up in the emotions of your death, fortunately your evident demise means little to me. You don't mind if I test something on you do you? No? Good."

His shoulders merely lift in a shrug of sorts, the silver at his neck stinging slightly before he sends a single lash of his power in her direction. It takes merely a moment however, to realise the Hunter had not been lying, his own power lashing back at him with far more force then he'd delivered it, his arm feeling as if it was entirely on fire as he shuts it down hurriedly. He couldn't afford injury- he was healing to slowly.

"Fuck. He wasn't lying."

Evidently his escape would have to occur without the use of his power, gaze rapidly beginning to search the room- the chains limiting his movement to little more than three feet in any direction, one hand lifting to tap against the wall. If there was even a minute weak spot he intended to find it, violet gaze cutting sharply back to Raven- the girl curled in a veritable ball upon the floor.
"As much as my words have surely damaged your delicate feelings, whatever he is bringing back is going to damage you far more. If you could get up and help me we might hold some hope of escape. Why are you just lying there?"

He had always known she was useless, this is merely further proof of it as far as he is concerned, violet gaze rolling slightly before he moved to examine the stable-like cage again.

He had little intention of dying today.




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