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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.

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On May 26, 2017 at 11:08 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

There wasn’t much he knew about her life and there wasn’t much she knew about his. There were some things to share amongst close friends. Friends bonded talking about their own life events, seeking to find common ground, or interest. Discussing whatever they held dear to their heart or what they despised wholeheartedly. It was a good thing that they were sharing what they went through with their significant other, as all friends do, regardless of being the same gender or not. There was so much that Raven would like to share with her monarch friend and yet there were some things she did not feel comfortable talking about. Of course sometimes, the hardest things to talk about are the ones that need to be discussed. Yet how could she divulge such things to the Fae King. It wasn’t his concern to know what occurred in her life, it wouldn’t mean anything to him, even though he was a friend. Staying still, an anxious gaze was shifted towards his hand staying above her own, the girl knowing he would not harm her, and yet...the fear that it could happen was still there. Sometimes those closest to you were capable of inflicting greater damage than a complete stranger.


It was absolutely scandalous what she was telling Dorian about his significant other. Those that were a part of a relationship knew that their loyalty was to one, and one alone. That she was accusing the Fae King’s partner breaking the common decency and social structure of being with only their partner, was one that she was sure would cause a sharp tear in the fabric of their friendship. Would her word hold the same value and be believable? She would not blame Dorian if he wished to yell and scream at her. After all she would be defensive if anyone said anything terrible about her own mate. Raven was accustomed to others saying he treated them poorly, attacked them, bit them, but if one dared to say her mate kissed them or did anything of the like...well...she would be dangerously furious. Raven was telling Dorian all of this in a kind light, treading on the topic carefully. Yet it would seem her tiptoeing the subject was actually met with honest understanding, as he explained just what his other half was up to. It all truly made sense. It would be better if he approached his prey in a better manner than the alternative. Though surely if she met his companion perhaps they would get along still, though she would prefer to meet him when he was not hungry.


Raven assumed that sharing such a delicate piece of information with her meant that she ought to do it in return. So, she softly explained the blemish within her relationship of her spotted deviant. It was not one she was proud of and yet they had their discussion about it and put it to rest, never speaking of it again. And yet it did hurt her still. In a pack she understood it was imperative to be connected to others. In her own no one wanted to connect with her, they treated her as an outcast. With the way Nadya treated her and did not allow her near the cubs, it made Raven feel like an outcast all over again in her new pack. The girl believed she can Tobias could not have their own children, no one ever told her this was not true, and to not bond or connect with his own children was just as painful, if not more. She loved her pack and Alpha, she was loyal to each of them by default, and to know that she wasn’t wanted, well...it just brought back the memory of the pain from her previous one. As she tried to explain this to Dorian his response was met with a sad smile. He understood and he did not understand. That was okay, she supposed, he was a Fae from a completely different time...he did not understand the modern ways of today or packs.


“This is a bit different Dorian. When you are in a pack you are supposed to connect with everyone, everyone is family whether it is by blood or not. It is important for the pack to maintain strong bonds with one another. As pack members we are responsible for the lively hood and safety of all, including the young, so for my kind it is imperative you make those bonds.”


Absentmindedly the woman lowered her dial as her hand rubbed up and down her arm, not really realizing that this movement was causing her sleeve to roll up to reveal deep and nasty scars that crisscrossed all over. With a shrug of her shoulders she further explained to the Fae King what he did not know, perhaps to help him see and understand.


“In my own pack I was an outcast, a pariah. How they treated me mirrors a bit how she treats me, and not having that strong bond in a pack is damaging, in such an indescribable way. It is imperative to our kind that the bond is strong amongst all members. My pack treated me like this, because I was feral, because I was capable of turning into a monster. Treating me like I wasn’t a part of the pack was damaging more than you could ever know, and far more than you can see. To know you are unwanted by your own blood, over something you cannot control it provides you to see the world is not good, and when you choose your new family and know you are still unaccepted, well, if gives you the reason to ask why bother trying. Tobias and I will never be alone, our pack is our family.”


A faint grin appeared at the comment of her table manners. With a shake of her head she explained just what it means to be wolf, and well, wolf, with a grave and somber tone.


“Not all the time are my table manners good. You saw me as a wolf when we went hunting. Yet imagine me as a wolf and yet I cannot communicate with you, and know you are not allowed to be attacked. It is random, but I sometimes go feral and I do not see who is friend or foe, I am a terrible monster...and should I be feral in front of you, you must run far far away. I am dangerous Dorian, and only my mate or my Alpha can protect me from harming or killing anyone in my way.”


Raven Clocksworth.
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