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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.

death incarnate, night triumphant166.137.136.75Posted On October 24, 2017 at 9:04 AM by Andras Stein

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The explanation of the purgatory that the ghost so found themselves trapped in has him blinking in surprise. Andras had never dealt with the dead, nor did he think much on them before he met this interesting witch. Of course, he remembered the dead, let himself wallow in his memories of his sister, of his mother, and his father. They were not always good memories. Especially the memory that so haunted his dreams nearly every night of his family burned and torn limb for limb. How such a monster could so desecrate the dead was beyond him. And when he found what was left of his family, of his court, he tore down mountains to find the perpetrators. Even all these centuries later, he was left in the dark.

So, as they step out of the forest and into the more civilized world, Andras moves aside to let Sera lead the way back to her home. As the rhetorical question leaves the witch’s mouth, the Fae’s lips twist into a dark smile. Offering a small shrug, he merely nods for her to lead the way. As she takes off, another jabbing comment thrown in his direction, he allows a midnight chuckle to so escape his lips as he shoves his hands into his pockets and follows her, like the good dog he was.

As he trails after her, he’s surprised when the bluntly asks if his sister’s dead. Arching a brow, he gives her a humorless smile, “If she wasn’t dead, I’m sure my inner bloodhound would have found her by now,” he says dryly. He didn’t expect his dead sister to be accompanying him anywhere, hell, he wasn’t even sure if she remained in-between. She very well could have passed on with no regrets. He was hopeful she remained, yet there was a part of Andras that hoped she had moved on, so she didn’t have to deal with this hellhole of a world.

The memory plows through him once more as Sera comments about knowing the place where his sister was murdered. Nearly faltering in step, he quickly covers his wavering self, “I can take you there if need be, but it’s a long way from here,” he states realizing that he could very well be sending them both on a wild goose chase. Andras’s mind visualizes his old home, deep within those snowy mountains, his court nearly impenetrable and yet, someone still managed to sneak through those wards and kill everyone there. It was something he didn’t want to admit, but the Lord was aware that there could have been a traitor in their midst.

There was no other explanation of how.

“If you need to travel to where she died, I can take you. Though, I’m sure most of the remains of my home have been lost to time,” he shrugs casually, not allowing that grief an inch of freedom he so kept locked in his being. As he continues following the strange woman down the street, he allows those dark hazel eyes to travel the shadows, searching for danger. A habit he picked up over the centuries. Increasing his pace, he comes to stand next to her, having to shorten his strides to remain at the witch’s place, “How far is your home?” he asks a bit absent mindedly whilst his hands causally slide into his pockets.

Waiting for a response, he then continues their conversation.

“So, tell me, seeing ghosts,” he gestures with a hand at the expanse of darkness around them as if there were dead people following them at this moment, “Is that something you learned, or have you always been able to do it?

Andras Steinhello darling


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