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    The South

    Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

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    Hyde Park

    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.

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    The Outskirts

    The Outskirts

    Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from 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.

DAMON, CEARA, SEB; i'm gonna swing from the chandeliers108.93.10.156Posted On January 01, 2017 at 2:27 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive than I've ever been


She appraises her own figure in the full length of the mirror with something akin to diluted scrutiny, much as she always has given her innate and lifelong aversion to deeming herself anything but comely; Isolt would, to herself, only ever be ordinary and naught more. On this night, however, the smallest of simpers eeks its way unto her features as she looks upon her reflection with something that brushes teasingly against the edge of satisfaction. The ring upon her finger glistens brighter than any star could ever wish to, complimenting the renewed sparkle evident in the cerulean depths of her eyes whenever she gazes upon it. It is a rare moment of personal nirvana which the vampire queen clutches desperately to her stilled heart for fear that to relinquish it might once again cause the scales to teeter and skew against her.

The young woman turns then, gathering the small clutch and her cellular phone from the end table before making her way to the office she shares, once more, with Damon. Little is done to herald her arrival into the den of their business enterprise, the redheaded minx making her leisurely advance towards her dutifully-working lover in what could only ever be described as a saunter meant to pique his interests... his desires, a movement that historically was so very far beyond the realm of Isolt's customarily demure behavior. Also deviant to the young woman's normal aura is the outfit she has, no doubt, recently acquired perhaps speficially for the eve's intended outting: a dark crop-top that clings seductively to every last slope, every last feminine curve; companion to this are a pair of skin-tight and shamelessly beckoning leather pants and perilously high heels.

With a single, languid motion does Isolt move to close the laptop upon which her fiance clicks away at one task or another, wordlessly placing herself upon his lap and bringing a single hand to rest upon the broad muscles of his chest. "It's time to take a break," she finally offers by way of explanation, albeit dilute and obscure though it undoubtedly would prove itself to be. "We're meeting Ceara and Sebastian downtown; apparently there's a vampire bar down there that guarantees a wild time. We need a night out," she says with a smile before leaning in to whisper lasciviously at his ear whilst the hand upon his chest tightens to curl into the fabric of his shirt, "and then maybe we can have a night in." As if to assauge any lingering doubt beget of surprise as to what she implies with this last statement, Isolt brushes the plushness of her lips over the juncture of his neck and jaw in a sweeping but no less suggestive caress.

Offering naught more than this, Isolt straightens, ascending from her partners lap and walking towards the office door with that same slow, promising saunter that had marked her entrance. "Come on, we don't want to be late," she purrs, offering him only a final wayward glance and the faux-innocent nibbling of the plush cushion of her bottom lip.



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