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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 9:54 PM by REGAN IZUMI


When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you
"Come on." He snarls just before their lips meet. On contact the both release an animalistic growl of wanting. Regan swallows the sound of his need and it feeds her own. A massive hand slides into her hair and grips close to the roots. It's possessive, this grip he has on her. He uses it to urge her nearer, deeper, as if she could sink inside his skin if only she could get close enough. Her teeth sink almost savagely into his bottom lip before her tongue laves the wound. The taste of him and his blood is a heady and intoxicating cocktail. His tongue thrusts inside her mouth with all the force of an invasion. For surely that is what her viking is doing. His desire to possess her is almost a living thing. She can feel it in the hold he has of her head. In the way his tongue caresses the inside of her mouth. The way he grabs her bottom and hauls her up and across his chest.

Regan moans her desire into his mouth. Her tongue engaged in battle with his own. For this is what happens when both parties enjoy being in control. When dominating someone else gets you off. Which is why each moment of surrender between the two of them is all the sweeter. All the more addicting. Together they fuse to become a drug that overwhelms the senses. For surely no one sane has ever wanted someone with this degree of intensity.

He rises and Regan follows him up. Her legs wrapping around his waist and locking around his sides. Chest to chest, his chest-hair abraids and sensitizes her nipples. The twitch of his muscles is felt much lower on Regan. She enjoys his pain and the lengths he will go to while enduring it. Her nails rake down the firm contours of his back while he adjusts his possessive grip from head and ass to her tiny waist. His hands are so large they nearly encircle her. His calloused palms skim her rib-cage eliciting a delicious shiver from Regan. The contrast between them is a benediction. For who would have thought that Regan would enjoy the feel of this large behemoth. But enjoy she does. It is quite the power to make the strong feel weak. A gift they both seem to possess in equal measure.

Her viking pulls away from her lips and they both snarl. Her for losing the drugging taste of him. And he, well, it seems he had other areas he wanted to taste. A soft kiss against her cheek. Hot kisses trailing the length of her jaw. Lips, teeth and tongue meet her neck and Regan tightens. Everything. Her nails draw blood from his shoulders where she grips him and a bittersweet groan whispers against his mind. The hot suction of his mouth -- the rhythmic pull and release creating an echo of a heartbeat inside her neck. Her pulse pounds, her breaths coming in silent wanting gasps. The girl can feel him marking her skin by bursting the blood vessels beneath his lips. A temporary mark of claiming. For there is no other way to describe it. She feels him scent her skin and gets a sick satisfaction when he growls. He must have noticed that she had washed his scent from her skin. His busy mouth travels to her collarbone and Regan fists her hands into his hair. She doesn't know if she wants him to stop, to drag that delicious mouth back to her own, or to let him continue with his plan.

With a sigh of surrender she relaxes her grip and tilts her head back to give her viking more room. Regan arches her back and inadvertently shifts her hips so that she slides across his pelvis and stops against his lower abdomen. Discovering that it heightens this inner ache she feels around him, she does it again. And again. Regan looks down her body at the viking feasting on her flesh. The sight of him, lost in her, consumes her with pleasure. Reaching, she fists his hair once more and drags his mouth back to hers on a groan of need. The feel of his kiss is delicious and causes Regan to rock against him one more time. A lust filled "Mmmm" sliding into his mind.




"Thinks like this"



Regan

Valar Morghulis




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