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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 14, 2017 at 6:57 AM by malek ackerman

Malek Ackerman

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

He didn’t expect the strange woman to thank him, the man simply was acting on instinct, he felt that anyone would do the same. As he places his large hand on her shoulder, she all but jerks away from him, leaping into a standing position. Malek merely furrows his brows remaining in his crouched position as she holds her dagger out towards him. Glancing up at her, he raises slowly, keeping his eyes on the sharp instrument just as she replaces it and draws a sword.


Showing his hand to her to let the stranger know he wasn’t carrying any weapons, he simply let’s his fingers slide into his pockets, his body relax given the situation. Looking over his shoulder towards the ocean he notes the tornado all but sputter out. Clearly this woman had been controlling the whirlwind. Letting his gaze travel back to her, Malek can actually smell the fear rolling off of her in waves. The vampire believed himself to be a rather gentle creature given his age, though perhaps most would think otherwise assuming his stature and rather… rugged look. Nonetheless, he calmly regards her in the face of her fear.

When she questions him, Malek can’t help but arch a brow in her direction. Releasing a small sigh, he gives a light shrug, “I think you already know what I am, my dear,” he says, those lyrics tinted with his English accent. Pulling a hand from his pocket he runs a hand through his hair, realizing his mistake just as his fingers tangle in his hair, he disentangles himself before dropping his hand to his side. The wind had surely disarrayed his hair badly, perhaps it made him look feral even in his clean-cut state.

It would explain why the woman was so terrified of him.

A small shape catches his eye as he turns briefly to find the bag the woman had been carrying dusted in sand. Strolling casually towards the handbag, he lifts it to himself, brushing the dirt and grime from it before making his way towards her, stopping just a few inches from the sword point. Holding out the bag to her in an offer of peace, he regards the weapon again, “I’m not here to hurt you, you can put down your sword,” he suggests, his deep baritone rumbling in his chest. “If it makes you feel safer feel free to keep it drawn. Just make sure you aim for the heart, you can’t kill a vampire any other way unless you chop their head off,” he jokes, giving a wink and offering a soft smile.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.


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