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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.

they said fight fire with fire, but i just got ash101.180.53.52Posted On March 30, 2017 at 1:16 AM by Alekai Evero

Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread


The words of the wolf managed to see the often irritable hunter stare blankly towards her once more. The man attempting to draw his sleep-addled mind into some measure of cohesion to understand just what she was talking about. Pay-back for getting into her bed? What bed was she talking about? He was quite sure he had never been in her bed at all, nor did he have any desire too. The hunter struggling to remember any such incident before he merely brushed it aside for later consideration, his hand reaching instead for the phone beside the bed, that number typed in from memory alone before his phone connected to the council headquarters and the voice of that moderator reached him. He was aware of the wolf talking somewhere behind him, mentioning that she had been to the woman’s apartment already, only to find it in disarray, Azrael making some attempt to process that information while speaking with Brett. The council had several witches in custody and yet neither was the one he sought. If Sera truly had been kidnapped as her familiar so put it, then it was not the council’s doing- making this apparent rescue far more difficult. He turned at last back to the wolf, his irritation so stemming from those first notes of genuine worry that had begun to claw at him now. Azrael hardly meaning to snap so harshly at Raven and yet it was simply within the mans nature. Serafina one of the few whom seemed to meet his abruptness with her own in those more trying moments. The explanation from the dog that her bond with the witch was off was met with a scowl once more, this idea of hiding scents met with a dubious look and yet he was hardly going to argue with a canine over how the world smelled.

“Can’t you turn it back on?”

Well, it was worth a try wasn’t it? Azrael muttering irritably to himself once more as a flash of his affinity saw him dressed in a matter of mere seconds and heading for that door with his newfound companion in tow. The mans steps were echoed upon the near empty street, Azrael forced to remain at that distinctly slow pace if only so the wolf could keep up and yet for now at least he made no comment on it. His mind already considering those possibilities with the swift efficiency he had spent a veritable lifetime training to wield. It was possible, he supposed, the Raven had missed something at the woman’s house. In the very least it was the best place to start since the canine had done little else save for alert him. That, in the least he supposed, was far more useful then running about herself. Ravens sudden, abrupt tone, offering that same information again seeing his gaze narrow slightly upon her.

“I was listening.”

He wasn’t, not really, but he had his answers all the same. Azrael moving to change direction and stride down that street and towards Sera’s own home. Raven, it seemed, would hold little use for now and yet the man was hardly fool enough to dismiss her completely. He hardly liked the creature, in fact, he tolerated her purely for Sera’s benefit and yet he hardly loathed her either. She was…hardly the worst of her kind even if he was determined to remain distant from her. He slowed his pace once more, allowing the wolf to stay at his side, assured she would provide some warning if anyone his own senses had missed dared to approach. It was but a short time later that the Hunter strode up those steps and to Sera’s own home, the front door pushed aside to reveal that toppled interior. God damn it.

“I told her to get a better lock on this door, she didn’t damn well listen. Women.”

It was more a mutter to himself and yet the wolf had surely heard it all the same. Azrael stepping over those fallen items of furniture, making a wide arc around the hat stand he still lived in some measure of fear off before heading for the woman’s bedroom. The gold of his gaze drifted from the floor to the bed and back again, eyes narrowing slightly on that ruffled comforter. Hmm. That was curious. He kept such further thoughts to himself for now, following a path of sorts from the bedroom and back into the hall before peering towards the front door once more. Why a Hunter had taken her at all remained to be seen, especially one that held no association with the Council. His attention shifting back to Raven once more.

“Did Sera do business with any Hunters?”

No member of the Council would have dared to buy from a witch and yet Council Hunters were unfortunately not the only beings whom prowled these streets. A sale of some kind gone wrong perhaps one of a few possible conclusions in this. Azrael merely seeking a starting point, attempting to keep his voice level lest her upset the wolf again when she perhaps held those answers he needed. There was little to be gleaned from the house, or so it would seem. Azrael striding now towards the road, the man glancing in both directions before turning to the left and beginning to head up the street once more- this time in the opposite direction from which they had come.

“I can only make guesses at this point but it’s unlikely they went right. That road goes nowhere. They must have gone this way, at least in the beginning. Tell me, does your mate, the strange gangly one, have a mobile phone?”

He paused, glancing down at Raven once more as they walked, his attention returned to his own phone then as it swept across the screen, accessing that council database now before turning the phone around to display the screen to Raven. That picture of Tobias so emblazoned on the screen along with several pages of data gathered on the man by Azrael himself or any other Hunter whom had ever dealt with the boy. Most of those pages filled were scattered with blanks. Tobias an evidently difficult individual to pin down. Yet it was hardly for that missing information the man so inquired now. Rather, it was for what was listed about the boy that drew his attention.

“It says your mate possess Hunter’s Instinct, he can find anything can’t he? Can he answer a damn phone? We can solve all our problems by having him tell us where she is if you think calling him will work. We only need directions. I will find her, but it could take me hours to track her like this, this might take us minutes instead. Unless you have a better plan?”




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