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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 say i'm a god 69.246.153.243Posted On April 09, 2017 at 6:39 PM by Iórkæll dværg





The sound of silver against concrete is horrific.

The screech and groan his axe makes as it drags over the sidewalk goes unheard by the bloodied man who wields it. The moon mocks him, peeking behind the clouds and shining light upon his battered form. Steam rises from the five bullet holes now laced in his body, burning flesh almost euphoric to him. He is crazed, that usual gleam in his crystal eyes replaced by a maddened fog. He pauses, shaking fingers attempting to dig into his shoulder wound. The sizzle explodes, the sound deafening and he growls, eyes squinting shut as he fondles inside his bleeding flesh to find the bullet only to feel the butt of it. ‘damn.” his guttural curse is spit out onto the ground. His fingers are too fat, and they do more harm than good as it pushes the bullet in deeper. Just great.

His axe blade quiets as it slides upon the grass. The dirt and greenery parts like the red sea for the silver tipped blade as mother earth is ripped at the seams. How careless of him. He stalks through the park, his scent filling his nose and mixing with the aroma of the blood that taints his bodice. He has been here so often before, claimed it as his own and the others that dwell within it as well. But there is one place, a place where his scent is faint and another’s is strong and resilient. It is her scent, and as of now it will remain her place. Even the others in his horde are not permitted in that area and as of now, none have asked which is smart on their part. His scent should be there and if any other scent dare mix with her own, well, i pray for the soul that tried it.

It doesn’t take him long to reach the tree, her perfume hitting him harder than the bullets of the hunter’s guns. He grumbles, satisfied at the freshness of it and for a moment, he forgets about the pain that lingers throughout his body. Axe thuds to the wet grass, as knees follow suit. He kneels before the tree in which she dwells, like a mere peasant to a queen. She brings out the deepest hidden pieces of himself and maybe that is why he refuses to bring her by the others, not just yet. He wouldn’t know how to act. How ridiculous would it appear to see their savage murderer or a man go weak before this crazed female? Even worse, she would quite possibly jump on him, a habit she has picked up on that he does not wish the others to see. She is different, it isn’t love, maybe not just yet, but he has a craving for her.

His body burns, muscles spasming without his command and he finds himself balling his hands into fists. Eyes squeeze close, jawline flexing under his bloodied beard as he grits his teeth from the pain. Finally a breath it taken, “here, kitty kitty.”



Iórkæll dværg
werelion - male - single - played by sunii





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