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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 night174.196.141.197Posted On February 28, 2017 at 8:17 AM by Archer Faxfair

Fits and starts consume him as He twitches beneath the battered sleep of the healing. Whatever she has given him has begun to work but that doesn't mean he was out of the woods yet. Healing took time even in an immortal being. The poison responds to the medicine, pulled from its original course and out into the poultice. Thwarted from its purpose by the clever thinking of Blaise. All that Archer sees are memories. Dark hair and flashing eyes, a pouty smirk that becomes a look of wanton desire. She draws energy from him with each wicked touch and he longs for her. He reaches for her in his sleep, hands twitching out to hopelessly brush against Blaise. One hand falls on his wound and his whole body jerks but then he is swept back down in a tidal wave of memories.

The eyes turn to him and become something feral. They turn yellow, the pupil a pinprick, and she bursts into a snarling wolf. He crouched over her and broke her neck before pressing elongated teeth into her neck and consuming her blood. He would take back from her what she had stolen from him. Then she is back and he is not as consumed with craze. You succubus, he snarls, and she laughs with a twirl, clapping her hands. So you've figured me out, knight! Won't you stay with me? Fingers trail down his chest. Never. And then a flash and a burning and he feels a desire for blood. An overwhelming need.

Then he cracks open an eye and releases a deep, dry sigh, tongue resting fat and swollen in his mouth. He blinks slowly because the world feels dry and hot but he sees her head lift then, eyes staring at his widely. My Knight, she says and he reaches a hand to her own. They are flaked with blood still and a tiredness hangs about her. She had stayed up for hours for him, worried, and he finds his chest relaxing at it. He offers a tremulous smile that falters when she apologizes. "Don't," he croaks out, clearing his throat and trying to shift a little. His wound throbs with the movement so he stills with a sigh. "Don't be sorry. I said I would protect you. If that means poison then so be it." His eyes drift from the ceiling back to her, flicking across the wounds of her own she had neglected. "You should have treated yourself," he scolds, scowling. "What if infection sets in? Then you would be left with scars."

He can see the pain in her eyes but he cannot remember what he has said and thus feels as if he has neglected her. She suffered more because of him. With a low groan he throws his legs over the side of the couch, ignoring the pull of stitches as he slowly sits up with a grimace of pain. "Get some supplies. I'll clean it for you. Don't need to mar your pretty face," he says, hand cupping her sharp chin and smiling tiredly at her.

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