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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 night 174.196.133.161Posted On February 27, 2017 at 9:48 AM by Archer Faxfair

They turn and the flee into the shadows of the forest with the unnatural grace of the fae. One minute they are there and the next they are gone. Magic was like that - unpredictable and easily turned against the weirder. Wild, eldritch. Only now was he beginning to slip into that state, the glow of his vibrant eyes a tell tale sign of the wild state he had fallen in. The adrenaline of battle left him feeling used in a way that he longed for. It was almost better than sex and he had to swallow back fighting words to draw them back for his arm still twitched, his muscles eager for more exertion. His gaze dips towards her to assess the situation and he notes the way she seems half creature. She looks more at home in the feeling for she was born this - she was not a fae pretending to be human like him. Pretending he hadn't changed.

In this moment he didn't hate himself. In this moment he felt glory in the change, in the power that exudes from him as he strides towards her and grips her chin, thumb tracing the cut while his lips tighten. She should not be harmed. It was his duty, he was oath bound, to protect her! That she had fought was admirable and in truth his adrenaline made him see her in stark relief and he felt an ache of desire. It was said the battle and sex were good bedfellows and he understood the craving now as his hand refuses to budge until she pullls from his grasp.

Down to her knee she goes and hands press against his abdomen. He can sense the pain that flares around her but he cannot comment because suddenly he only feels intense stabbing. His hands instinctively cover her own as he groans, deep in his throat, and glances down at his bloodstained clothing. There is true concern on her brow. "You are pretty when you frown," he says off hand, lifting one blood stained finger to brush across her brow in an almost loving manner.

"Don't scowl for me. I'll be alright," he adds but he suddenly gets a faint feeling that things aren't as clear as they seem. He feels a burning in his side, a burning that spreads into something cold as it reaches out in him. Poison perhaps? His fingers flinch into her own as she stands and then pulls off her shirt, baring the gash across her collarbone. He tries to focus his eyes upon it, finger reaching out unsteadily to point but he ends up jabbing it into her cut and then jerking back, opening his mouth like a fish to apologize but finding himself stumbling. The world is fast becoming blurry. He feels the suddenly tug around his middle and growls in pain before she slips beneath his arm.

He can barely make out what she is saying as she begins to lead him up a path, his eyes rapidly blinking and skin paling as the poison begins to spread through him. Her laugh jolts him to reality and he pauses, feet near dragging as they walk further and further. "P-p-poison." It takes considerable effort to say the word, his weight falling near all upon her. His power rebels against the burning, malignant substance but it cannot burn it out fast enough.

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