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

burned out, feeling critical, critical


Posted on May 18, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
South
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The woman's muttered words in his direction, her assurance that whatever the Hunter brought back could hardly be worse, earn little more than a snort of derision from the man. She was an utterly useless creature in every sense of the word, the man berating her further inwardly before his attention returns to attempting to understand just where he was. It is hardly the first time a Hunter had ever sought to contain him, after all, he had grown up with them, been raised by them to an extent- his animalistic form assuring he had spent his fair share of time in a stable and yet he had never before been this restrained. Even hobbles allowed for more movement then this, frustration prickling at him and yet for now at least he maintains the same control he exerts over most things. It is a practised state of being after all, one the stallion has near mastered and one he a little intent of allowing the other man to unravel. Raven would be of no use to him, save for perhaps as bait to distract the Hunter further if need be. He merely needed to find a way out, one that did not use his powers so specifically, he simply needed to be a little patient. Footsteps alert him to the approach of the Hunter once more well before the man himself actually appears, Frost content to continue to lean against the far wall, ignoring the bite of chains at his wrists and ankles, violet gaze merely watching the man with the faintest hint of intrigue. He could smell....something, a mix of metal and old blood, something antiseptic as well perhaps and yet the faint shine within the gloom alerted him readily to the prospect of more silver, his lip curling mildly in distaste before the Hunter sought to address him.

Whether it is merely his personality, his species, his status among his own kind or a combination of all three remains to be seen- Frost meeting the other man's gaze directly as he would any deluded deviant whom seemed to believe they afforded him a challenge, another snort huffing briefly from within him at the mans blathered words. He dislikes to be referred to by his species alone, judged for that rather than his human form, reminded daily in his youth of the horse's role and yet he has little intention of affording the man the satisfaction of displaying his irritation with it. The sudden pull against the chains that fastened him to the wall however, was unexpected, violet gaze turned briefly backwards as the chain began to pull back into the stone of the wall- Frost already well aware he hardly possessed the power to fight against it, at least in this form. Little more than a grunt is forced from his lips as he finds himself hauled back against the wall, the chain around his throat threatening to choke him with its tightness before his legs are hauled out from beneath him, forcing him into the seated positon the Hunter so seemed to desire, a muttered cuss spat from his lips. The chains seemed to grow only together, rendering the man nearly immobile, the Hunter evidently taking this opportunity to enter the cage once more as Frosts gaze merely narrowed. Whom he perceived as the threat had become evidently clear in the least, Frost hardly foolish enough to waste further effort on struggling, attention instead focused on the man and woman before him.

The manner in which the man seemed to stroke the woman's hair in an almost loving fashion sees a distinct look of disdain cross the equines features and yet for the most part he offers little outward expression. Raven, after all, is meaningless to him, Frost far more focused on shutting down his own pack bond- that which linked him to Claire, Calliel and Edie, seeking to numb it to little more than a dull throb. For all his indifference to those around him he held little desire for any of his pack mates to find him tonight. Not here. The words the Hunter offered in regards to Raven made little sense, Frost finding he hardly cared all the same, gaze falling upon the man only at his question in regards to the Council's wanted list, that ghost of a simper touching his features once more.

"Yes."

It was true, after all, Frost well aware of his status upon such a list, indeed it was only his more recent partnership with Alexander that had stayed a number of the Hunter blades that had so sought to end him. This one however- seemed to have little care for those registered to the council. The protection Alexander afforded him useful- but not foolproof, or so it seemed. What Raven could have done to earn herself a mention on the Council List was beyond him, the girl was about as dangerous as a puppy, flinching away from the Hunter even now, his mere presence seeming to terrify her as she cringed all the more. Any further thoughts on the wolf however, are ended the moment a veritable explosion of images dance to life within his own mind, Frost briefly considering this some power of the Hunter himself and yet the images made little sense. The people were unrecognisable. A frown briefly touched his features once more, gaze flicking from man to woman and back again. Raven's memories, it seemed, whether on purpose or by fault- were being offered to himself. She was young, almost offensively young. Even Frost himself had been older then this when anyone had first laid hands upon him with any true intent to harm him. Why was a child caged? What power could she possess that would render this much hate from a pack? Her own pack. The memories pained her, that much was clear, the Hunter seemingly desiring just that reaction and yet for a moment the stallion near feels some pathetic shred of pity for the girl. A child was innocent- in all things. A child did not deserve that from her own family. It was because of his own Mother he had survived and yet Raven had seemingly been denied even that. The manner in which she so seemed to cringe from the Hunter, the way she lay so obediently far less unusual to his mind now. How long had it taken to beat a child into submission? Perhaps it hardly mattered. She remembered- that much was clear. She was responding as she had been trained to do- something she needed to be trained out of and yet Frost hardly finds he has the time here and now to undo such damage. If it could even be undone. Conditioning was...difficult to overcome. Something he knew far too much of himself.



The hunters words at least add only further to such a tale. The girl at some point having taken her revenge on those whom had tormented her. Hmm. That perhaps, explained the councils issue with her and yet if she possessed this sort of power- an incredible power at that, why did she not use it now? How badly was broken? How badly had she retreated into herself? That perhaps- is the difference between them. She had retreated into herself to protect herself from her tormentors and he......he had only pushed harder against them.

The thoughts end the moment the Hunter turns from her, focusing his attention upon Frost himself, bending down beside his restrained form. His violet gaze follows the knife as the Hunter draws it, feeling the tip pressing against the soft skin of his chest before his gaze merely meets the man's once more. This- was going to be decidedly unpleasant. The pain is easily one of the more potent he has felt in his time, flesh forced apart at the tip of the blade, blood welling to the surface to run in streaks down his chest as the Hunter merely drags the knife onward. This time he cannot stop the groan forced from his lips, nor the desperate gasps for air- the man dimly aware of the Hunter's word- the use of his real name, or at least, the English version of it. His Mother was the only one left who knew that name- or so Frost had come to believe. He had put Europe well and truly behind him, those memories ones he hardly cared to revisit. His past was....where it belonged, along with memories of home- forgotten, pushed so far back into the recess of his mind little more then vaguest of images find their way to Raven in return. He remembers dimly, begging his brother to get out of his way, begging them to move- he never wanted to kill them. Not truly- but they had been in his way and he had to leave, he had to get away.

"I would......rather be stuck with you....then with them."

He manages the words somewhere between the pain as the knife finally lifts from his chest, the burning, stinging sensation of the wound vibrating across his entire body. God it hurt.

"What.....what did I ever do to you? People don't normally....hate me this quickly."

Whether the Hunter would actually see fit to answer he hardly knew or found he truly cared, the words forced out as he struggles to catch his breath and the Hunter finally moves his way. How...displeasing it would be to die here and now, Ravens muttered words seeing his gaze briefly roll towards her own as he leans back against the wall now.

"Don't fucking....apologise, Raven. Why apologise? You did what you had to. You were right to turn on them. You were right. If I knew you had....that kind of power I'd have...tried to convince you to join me...too. You should- we have dental."

He manages, somehow, to offer the girl an almost twisted simper- his body working frantically to heal his wounded chest and yet surrounded by so much silver it was working at barely half the rate it should and yet somehow the stallion very near seemed to be.....recovering. At least in some fashion. It is the drugs within his system after all, that are entirely responsible for his inability to use his powers and yet such a drug was bound to his blood- the very blood running in thin rivulets from his wound now. One power more potent than the others in this regard, one far more determined to fight back as the Hunter returns and he finds his body released at last as the knife slides before him. Will power- after all, is a terribly potent thing, hardly recovered enough to be fully exploited and yet there is the faintest of hums, one the sees his teeth grit together, the man forcing himself to his feet with knife in hand.

For a moment he near considers the Hunters proposal. Ridding himself of Raven would be distinctly ideal, the girl was of no use to him after all, a single step taken in her direction. Yet to kill her.....to kill her would leave him alone with the Hunter, affording the man only one target to focus on. For several minutes more the stallion merely stands, gaze focused on the chains at his feet, following them briefly back to the wall. If they could be shortened then they could also be lengthened it would seem- enough to allow him to reach Raven, enough to allow him to reach the Hunter then- if he could be coaxed into coming back in without restraining him to the wall once more- that was unlikely and yet....if he could not break the chains perhaps he could.....reorganise them. Frost has not survived this long by power alone, the anger that simmers in his veins directed at the Hunter now- Raven perhaps mercifully outside his rage tonight as the man pivots near suddenly in place- the knife hurled with deathly precision to sail through the bars- aimed neatly at the Hunter's head.

"Fuck. Off."

Whether it hits him or not the man hardly cares, a veritable explosion of power seeing his human form shift abruptly into his equine one, the man replaced with the white war horse. His wound, in this form, has shifted slightly, less severe across a broader equine chest though blood runs from it still. His shift however, has come with a distinct purpose. The chains are longer, released to allow him to reach Raven and yet it is this length he has every intention of exploiting, the Hunter distracted, if only briefly, by the knife launched at his head as Frost merely kicks up his hind legs, the chains flicking up with them before both hind feet slam violently backwards, crushing the chains between the wall and his heavy hooves. Ears layer firmly back against his skull as he repeats the action, flicking the chains attached to his hind legs upwards, lashings violently backwards to slam his hooves into them with outrageous force over and over until sweat lathers his form. The chains attached to his hind feet have hardly broken and yet it had never been his intention, several of links however are bent entirely out of shape, deformed- incapable of being wound back in, the concrete wall chipped in several places as he merely meets the Hunters gaze once more.

His head lowers slightly, though it is hardly submissive, neck snaking in a decidedly aggressive manner as his ears plaster back once more, nostrils flaring from the effort, sweat stinging as it runs into his wound and yet his point perhaps- has been made. He is hardly going down willingly.

Tell me Raven, that fool you call your boyfriend, what do you see in him?

It is a seemingly ridiculous question to ask here and now and yet for some reason he does, gaze flicking from the wolf and back to the hunter, lips pulling back to bare his teeth now....

Frostbite
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