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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 wine166.216.157.119Posted On March 25, 2017 at 8:26 AM by malek ackerman

Malek Ackerman

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

Adjusting his hands in his pockets, he shifts his weight to the other foot deciding if he wants to take several more steps backwards away from the girl. The fear was practically wafting off her, it flooded his nostrils and he can’t help but cringe inwardly at the thought that he was the one helping create such fear within the girl. Still, he plasters a broad grin on his lips as she mentions he’s the first she’s met before, “I do hope I don’t disappoint,” his voice his bright, his eyes wary of her movements lest she try to go for that very sharp sword again.

Malek didn’t particularly care to be skewered tonight, or anytime soon for that matter.

Though her fear is present in her scent, he genuinely feels bad for the girl, even when she is trying so hard to be friendly. Honestly, he should just leave now. He was curious though, especially about those powers of hers. Still, there’s little astonishment in his eyes as she offers her name, he was certain the girl would flee the moment that satchel was back in her hand. Although, he’s pleased that she remains. Offering another smile, he gives a small dip of his head in greeting, “Emerson,” he muses thoughtfully, again shifting the weight of his body to his other foot.

“A rather old name,” he says thoughtfully, his eyes crinkling at her in a smile, “I rather like it! Did you know that your name means brave and powerful?” he states more as a rhetorical question. He was, in fact, practically a walking, talking library. “And considering you created that storm, I would have to agree that you are indeed a powerful witch,” another grin, another compliment. Malek couldn’t help but want to ease her fear around him, anyone fearing the vampire never sat well with him.

As the ancient mentions the storm, he notes he had indeed said the wrong thing, as her hands fumble along her strap, her gaze dropping from his own stormy eyes. Before he can get a word out, she’s stumbling over her words as if she were apologizing for the storm she caused! Brows skyrocketing, he rips his hands from his pockets, gesturing with them to console the nervous girl. Not girl. Emerson. “My dear, my dear! It’s quite alright! You did nothing wrong, I was merely curious for my own selfish desires. I rather enjoy learning of the strange powers that are graced to the supernatural world,” he offers an apologetic smile.

Though, he desperately wants to take a step forward to console Emerson, he remains where he is. Hands again, dropping to his side, in a lax and comfortable movement. “Plus, I wouldn’t have minded seeing you blow your attacker straight out into the ocean,” he grins a chuckle rasping out of his throats. “He most certainly would have deserved it.”

You're my whiskey. From time to time.


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