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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.

Doomsday has come early this year; On April 08, 2017 at 10:19 AM by Mira Ramos

Mira frowned at the thought of this strange and yet generous man getting her something to wear. What would that even look like? She already felt quite awkward with the situation let alone him dressing her up. It was foreign concepts to the woman to have someone help her like this with absolutely no gain whatsoever. The man must really have hated Frost, more than he even let on. Her striking golden eyes peer at him curiously, silently questioning him. Colour her skeptical but she can’t help it. Everything has its price and she didn’t know him, hell she didn’t even have all the details to make a clear decision. She won’t be blinded by a smiling face offering everything she needed. Devils have the most sweet exterior and their actions are kind up until they reel you in like fish caught on a line and at that point it is too late. She needed to play her cards right or she could possibly suffer more than being caught in that trap back in the woods, it was no secret that this man was powerful. If she had not caught the scent of the hunter that set the trap she may go so far as saying that this was his plan all along. You see, an unforgiving life surrounded by asshole demons leaves you doubtful taste in your mouth, questioning always questioning. She had fallen trap before, with the leverage of her parents all those years ago, she wasn’t going to go down that path again.

Every few days he would check on her? How long did he possibly think she was going to stay and use his place for? She was almost positive he would be eager to get it back, unless he was some kind of outrageous millionaire who had places like this just sitting there for who knows what. “I appreciate it. I am tough so I will be back on my feet in no time, I shouldn’t take too long to heal and get out of your hair. I don’t want that debt I owe you to get any bigger than it already has.” She wouldn’t overstay her welcome she promised herself, she earned nothing and he was not her alpha nor her friend.

She was at odds with herself, the poison in her veins made her sick but her wolf on the other hand was hungry to the point of ravenous. It rumbled deep within her, pacing impatiently in her mind as though remembering its full intention was to hunt that rabbit in the wood to sate a hungry belly. Yes, she remembered was starving before this entire debacle. It had felt like days have passed since her burned and abandoned her little beater car at the side of the road.

She would not be picky at what she was offered, she was lucky to be cooked a meal at all. Surprise danced across her features, first he saved her ass and gave her shelter, now he was going to cook her dinner? Was it even dinner time? She hadn’t a clue at the time. She tuned out that whole suggestion that sounded awfully close to a command, even though he was right. A shower would be just about perfect right now but, steak? That wounded divine. She would be lucky and grateful to get a microwave meal. “Steak? Wow. If you cook it extra rare I think my wolf self will be on cloud nine. Me on the other hand I will be happy to keep anything down.” She admitted a small grin found its way upon her features, unable to help it. Oh god she could eat an entire horse, her inner wolf grumbled unhappily at not being able to eat this said horse right now. Maybe the food would help ease her stomach after tending to her wounds. The food would aid in healing just as much as time would.

At least he was willing to answer her questions that she had burning a hole in her mind, wide and gaping. After some careful consideration her smile fades as she finally admits. ”I think you have yourself a deal. But just so you know I am only taking a shower because I assume that I look like the dead that just crawled out of a grave.” He wouldn’t dare breach their arrangement so soon would he? Allowing her fingers to wrap around the first aid kit and one last thoughtful glance she turns toward the washroom, hobbling there with much effort. She was going to sleep like the dead once all this was over, she could feel it, her nerves had been through the ringer and no one had paid the price for it. She was positive that there would be perdition for this night and she needed to seek the culprit of her entire mess when she was far less beaten and ragged.


The shower was refreshing, she was surprised at the brush that clung to her hair and the amount of her blood streamed off of her being cleansed by the hot water. It nearly scalded her flesh, but it felt almost too good as though it could wash her past and all he sins away. If only. She was able to carefully give the attention to her wound that it clearly needed, she had suffered through worse. Of course it was not laced with a slow poison that would have clearly killed her if it were not for her being a hot blooded werewolf with a superior healing skillset. After she was thoroughly dry except for her damp hair that she would leave to air dry, she wrapped up her leg with fresh cotton gauze. Thankfully the loud hum of the old fan would cloak the slew of profanities that escaped her lips. It would do for now, her body had a long journey ahead to take care of the rest. Her blood had to cleanse the sickening poison that ran unpleasantly through her veins and for the wound to properly heal itself from the burning silver. A good shift would aid in the process but she would have time for that later when she could finally close those weary eyes of hers. But there would be plenty of time for that, for now she must remain steadfast, as her little panther had an onslaught of imminent questions.

She left the bathroom with a towel wrapped snug and warm around her figure. Whatever Tetradore was concocting in the kitchen it made her mouth water, like it was heaven. “It smells terribly good in here, chef.” She admits, taking in a breath to draw more of that scent to her savouring it to distract herself from the pain as she limps slightly forward, the tendons trying desperately to reattach themselves. She hissed at the pain, managing to find her way to the table toward a wooden chair. It provides immediate relief when she sinks down into it, taking the weight off. “So, I hope you’re in the mood to talk.” Mira half teases, flashing him a mischievous smile displaying pearly white teeth this time, knowing very well Mr. tall dark and feral (yeah sure he was pretty too) was not much of a talker. But it was straight to business for them. “Baby steps though, you can start with your name.”

Mira Ramos


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