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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.

you're my water you're my wine69.145.144.152Posted On March 05, 2017 at 9:34 AM by malek ackerman

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



The vampire had been in Sacro for months and never once had he thought to take a stroll on the beach. Tonight, was different, tonight he needed to be away from the crowds of people, away from alcohol, he simply wanted to be alone. Though, he was typically a rather happy go lucky immortal, there were still days where he wanted nothing more to become a part of the earth, to fade away from this existence. Malek had assumed every immortal felt this way at times, and he had lived far longer than most, had seen too much, the vampire had the notion he would like to tear those steely gray eyes from his sockets.

A suicidal vampire is not what downtown Sacro needed right now.

Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he ducks his head into the collar. To most, he looked as if he were fighting of the chill that coated the air but most supernatural creatures knew that vampires didn’t feel the cold. Still, he snuggles down, taking comfort in his jacket as he walks along the beach, the sand becoming far more packed the closer he waltzed to the surf. When a gust of wind, so powerful, slams into him, Malek staggers backwards, his hands ripping from their pockets. Halting in his tracks, he scans the sand in front of him, the sound of struggle so blatant he’s honestly surprised no one else hears her.

Oh, that’s right, vampire super hearing.

Picking up his pace, he rushes forward to see a woman struggling rather valiantly against a man twice her size, her arms held above her head. As the vampire approaches, he notes the tornado barreling towards the crowd, just before Malek interferes, tackling the attacker to the ground. The man swings at the vampire before Mal simply bares his teeth and hisses at him in such an animalistic way, the attacker’s blood drains from his face and he races away. “That was easier than I expected,” he mutters to himself, that English accent coloring his lyrics as he brushes the sand from his pants.

Turning, he feels another gust of wind ram into him, but this time the Englishman is prepared. Narrowing his eyes to shield from the sand, he hurries his way to the woman, her eyes an interesting shade of white. He could only assume she was the one controlling the storm that threatened to take out this side of the city. Crouching down next to her, he lifts a large hand and places it on her shoulder, watching her for a moment, concern etched into his features. “You’re okay! He’s gone now!” he shouts over the storm, gripping her shoulder a touch tighter to snag her attention.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.



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