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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 7:48 PM by Iórkæll dværg





She is angry with him.
Beautiful.

Claws meet tree and the sound is delicious. Her slender feline bodice slides down the tree all power and grace as she falls by his side, his foggy gaze light ablaze and he fixates on her as she moves. Which is better, more enticing to the male? Her human form all bare skin and scars, or her tigress form all power and menace. Right now he can’t really choose. Though the way the moonlight drips along her dark fur he was pretty content right now. She paces, eliciting a fury that has his aching body ache in so many other different ways. His wounds are forgotten, if but for the moment, as he remains content to watch her body move. Her anger only enriching to his eyes.

Her voice slides into his mind like a lover coming home, settling into his conscious beautifully. He doesn’t take her seriously, although he should for this wouldn’t be the first time she has severely damaged him. Is it strange to believe he likes it? The idea that her teeth could tear his flesh. Ah. to die at her hand wouldn’t be so bad after all. He moves, chest lowering until he is on his stomach and rolls over. His palm lands upon his bleeding chest, leg propped up as if he is here to watch the stars on a cute date. His eyes close, pain shooting through his bulky mass and causing occasional convulsions. He could die, the silver seeping into his bloodstream and poisoning him from the inside out. But that would take days.

One eyelid slide open, pale gaze finding his demoness prowling in the night. His lips twitch under that beard that is now matted with blood, amused. “we’ve got to stop meeting like this,” blood covered, battle ridden, and sex deprived. That is the way this thing seemed to keep playing about but then again, this might be a little difficult seeing how he was a bloodlusting sex fiend. Though with her he had been gentle. Well, the way she was acting maybe it was time to change that.

“come here,” he pats the now blood stained grass beside him. He predicts nothing but injustice to happen next. Let him rot here, torture him for leaving you the other day. Go ahead, give him a pain that he will never forget. Only the issue is, he would relish in such a thing. The thought of the things she would do to him out of anger sent erotic shivers down his spine, goosebumps rising on tattooed flesh. There was no need for an apology, that wouldn’t satisfy her even if he bothered to utter it. No, she needed something else from him and to be honest he didn’t know what is was.

Massive arms extend as he winces, a sign of vulnerability that mirrored that moment he gave her himself in the shower. They fall heavily onto the grass, his eyes closing again as grumbles. A wounded big cat, too prideful to ask for help and too stubborn to go seek it out. He didn’t really come here for assistance, he didn’t really know why he came here. He just needed to see her, to feel her presence and even if she slices her own battle wounds into his skin it would be healing enough for him.


Iórkæll dværg
werelion - male - single - played by sunii






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