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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.

Do not go gentle into that good night108.245.133.46Posted On January 30, 2017 at 5:16 PM by archer faxfair

Archer Faxfair
470 years - Fae - Male - Hawethorn Village

It is a good thing for Archer that he does not know these warriors. There is no past history flashing before his bright blue eyes as he spins, blocks, swipes. All it meant was there were no barriers to get past. No sense of betrayal that burned like acid down the gullet. Judging by the fury with which Blaise attacks it is quite the opposite for her. She is filled with the light of a thousand betrayals, a thousand hurts, and it makes her almost magical. Archer was clinical in his assessments, eyes never trailing away from his adversary even despite the pain that lances in his side. It is a mere inconvenience for the moment although later it would sting like the devil and pull until he might think he was tearing in half.

A battlefield with only two opponents is an oddly quiet place with the exception of the rings of metal against one another and the feral yell of Blaise as she drives towards her opponent. Even as Archer falls into a lower stance, blade an extension of his arm and his glowing eyes fastened upon his enemy, he hears Blaise's request. It makes his teeth clench; holding back when his blood thrummed through his veins and pain focused him was difficult. Training from hundreds of years had not been forgotten and part of his battle motto had been to go for the kill as soon as possible. In wartime the battlefield was littered with foes so spending unnecessary time on one was inexcusable.

"Aye," he grinds out, flashing to the side as Icarus rushes him again, the mans blade singing as his own scratches it... down and into the tender skin that connects the thumb and the hand, slicing through it and rubbing against bone. An audible groan is heard as Icarus spins back, recoiling from the pain, at the same time that Ivaine is cast to the ground and Blaise taunts them.

For a breif moment there is a heady silence and then they turn and flee into the woodland and Archer is left, bleeding, alone with Blaise. His burning eyes follow their fleeing backs to make sure they aren't trying some trickery. It wouldn't be the first time an enemy has fled only to sneak back around for a cowardly attack in the back. He supposed it was truly cowardly because all was fair in war; strategy mattered more than many might admit. Brute force helped.

He took a few steps closer to Blaise, hand reaching up to grip her chin and turn her head to the side so he could inspect the wound from temple to nostril. It would heal, thanks to their beneficial immortality, but for now it looked nasty. But the edges were not blackened and he could smell no foul stench as he placed his nose close to it, animalistic in nature. Then he steps back with a furrowed brow, hand falling to press against his own side to test the deepness of his own wound. It stung and throbbed, a deep an fervent heartbeat of blood.

"I think it is time we retired for the night. I'm not in any shape to battle more of your assailants despite the joy you took in it." His eyes are solemn yet he offers a waspish grin, blue orbs turning to stare deep into the shadowed forest. "I have missed this singing of my blood," he admits, a nostalgic tone to his voice, memories assailing him of times long before the fae had turned him.

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