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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.

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars69.145.144.152Posted On April 27, 2017 at 5:01 PM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

Their momentary argument has Vhalla arching her brows in an amused fashion. Though she didn’t deign to comment, she let her own retorts go unchecked in her mind as the exchanged words with each other. Shrugging silently to herself, Raven hadn’t asked her but if she had been able to respond to that comment; why yes, Vhalla would indeed call a lion a kitten. Hiding that amused smile, it’s instantly gone the moment she can feel and smell that sharp tang of magic wrap around her. Flailing wildly, she doesn’t take a moment to consider that if she fell, it would hurt. Instead, her limbs flail, until that ice is firmly beneath her again, grunting as she pushes herself off Raven only to slip and reach for the werewolf again to steady herself.

When that growl emits from Raven’s throat, the assassin might have risen to the challenge, yet she was so entirely wrapped up in concentration on not falling, she ignores it. Feeling Raven yank her arm away from her, Vhal merely arches a brow at the woman giving her a look that said, ”You were the one that brought me here,” yet, Vhalla refrains from her sassy retorts. Fixing her gaze on the ice, she must swallow that fear a few times before she can look up and glance at the two women standing before her.

The assassin had merely wanted to practice her magic in solitude, and yet, she found herself here, standing on a lake that shouldn’t be frozen. When Raven folds her arms and speaks to Vhal, her icy eyes flick up to meet the scarred woman’s face, “I can see that,” the witch responds coolly, though no anger is held there, perhaps a bit of surprise and curiosity and even a touch of annoyance. Vhalla couldn’t bring herself to feel angry towards the two women, they clearly meant no harm.

When the assassin finally turns back to Sera and asks for a name, she’s surprised to not hear a sarcastic retort, instead the woman answered her, a bit teasingly albeit. And when Sera gestures for her foot, Vhal surprises herself with lifting a foot and allowing the blade to be formed on the bottom of her boot. Brows arched, she stands on the blade carefully, holding a hand out for balance as Sera repeats the same to her other foot. It was an odd feeling to have ice on her shoes and when she made a step to move, her legs wobbled so violently she thought she might fall. Catching herself, she halts her movements entirely, and stands there, refusing to move an inch.

She had decided, she didn’t like the feeling of standing on nothing but ice.

Making a sly comment about the two being a couple, Raven draws Vhal’s attention again to see that smile bloom across her lips. She hardly has a chance to respond to the woman before Raven is quite literally propelling Sera across the lake. Vhalla’s eyes dart to Sera, watching, mouth gaping slightly as she woman zig zags over the lake by whatever force Raven was using. She might have commented on it, might have asked how it was done until she could feel those invisible hands wrap about her again, that tang of magic snuffing itself up her nose as she in turn began to move. Wheeling her arms, she lets out a startled squawk as she in turn is being forced to zig zag across the lake.

Biting back another squeak, she throws a quick look over her shoulder, glancing back at Raven with wide eyes, “Stop,” she demands, a bit breathless as she can feel her power stir in her gut. The last thing she needed was to lose control on this frozen lake and send them all plummeting into those freezing depths., “Raven,” she says a bit louder, a warning now entwined with her lyrics.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered


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