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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.

they say i'm a god bri; open69.246.153.243Posted On January 29, 2017 at 8:30 PM by Iórkæll dværg

we stopped checking for monsters under our beds,

when we realized they were inside of us all along.



The park is so dimly lit you can hardly make out the brooding beast sitting on the bench there hunched over a book as if his very life depending upon it. Muscled, tattooed body seemed to spasm as he fights an inner battle no one can truly see. The thoughts, the voices, they plague him this night demanding things he is unable to give them. Mind begins to unravel, eyes shut as he clenches the book in his hands. His jaw clenches, teeth grinding together to fight the urge to snap completely. Anger flows from him in waves, death a thing he only dreams of for living is such a curse.

Yet he continues to live.

His breathing slows, blood falling slightly from his ears to drip into his beard. His scarred face relaxes, steam rising from his sweaty, shirtless frame. It had become uncomfortable for him to wear and while during his small fit he had removed it. How subtle his battle had been, just appearing like a moment deep thought to outward eyes. But it was much more than that and it was reoccurring far too often for his tastes. But then again, if he could have it his way he would have left this earth years ago, following the line of his brothers and dying in a battle worthy of death.

He breathes, his action slow and deliberate as the voices settle. Each and every time he disobeys their commands and ignores their demands, a piece of him is taken. For now, a headache remains in their wake and on cue his thumb and pointer finger release the book to put a lovely bit of pressure on his temples. He rubs, a rough sigh falling from his lips. He will get no sleep this night, they will return once again before dawn. But in this brief moment of partial peace, he can smell the presence of another and once again, the werelion grits his teeth.

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