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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.

LET THE DARKNESS TAKE YOU70.49.13.16Posted On April 09, 2017 at 8:24 PM by REGAN IZUMI


When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you
Stupid injured male. Regan watches passively as he falls to his stomach and struggles to flip himself over and onto his back. He should have gone home or gotten whatsherface to help him. The very idea of it has Regan leaning over and snarling into his face. Turning, she makes sure to swat him in the face with her tail before pacing away. She should leave him to die of silver poisoning. To sit in her tree for the days it would take and relish in his agony before he would inevitably succumb to his wounds.

The idea has merit and Regan would be lying if she said she didn't consider it.

One icy eye slides open and meets her glowing gaze. There in the azure depths she can see his pain and yet he is not defeated. She can sense his vitality and will to live -- in the end this is what saves his life. He smirks, albeit weakly and Regan snarls at him again. She might have decided to spare his life but forgive him? Not likely.

Not yet anyway.

Her viking pats the ground beside his collapsed figure and commands her closer. Regan makes sure to give him a very pointed glare -- even in tiger form -- before padding onto the blood soaked ground. The scent of his wound wafts over her and Regan licks her lips. He looks delicious all coated in the blood of his enemies. With just a hint of her new addiction. Viking.

Settling on her stomach she inches closer and begins the thorough and painful process of cleaning him up. The tigress does not go gently and it will not be over quickly. She savors the taste and feel of him on her tongue. A silent purr vibrating from her chest and into his. Amethyst eyes rise to meet azure and her voice slides into his mind. "This will hurt." Extending her paw she uses a sharpened talon to gouge deeply into the site of each wound. She is expanding the bullet hole for extraction and cutting away the poisoned and necrotic flesh.

Bones crack and sinew tugs. Fur recedes and the tigress shrinks until she is but a naked human girl once more. Leaning over his prone form, Regan exults in the dominion and power she possess over him in the moment. Her eyes glow with the need it feeds. Her lips press against his full lower lip before her tongue runs along the seam of his mouth. No doubt he will taste his victims and himself on her tongue. For a moment the girl wonders if he will enjoy it half as much as had. Drawing back, Regan grins wickedly down at her viking. "I'm going to enjoy this."

And enjoy it she will.

Delicate fingers sink into his wound and grip the bullet. She twists it once for pleasure before removing it from his flesh. Again and again and again this happens until finally there is only one bullet remaining. Regan pauses a moment, her glowing eyes lifting to his once more. She drinks in the expression she sees and shudders with wanting. The scent of him, his pain, his power has renewed that ache inside her. She drags her nails down his chest, over his abs until she reaches the final wound site. Just as her fingers dig into his flesh she leans down and captures his lips once more with a growl of need.




"Thinks like this"



Regan

Valar Morghulis





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