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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 IM A GOD On April 11, 2017 at 10:21 AM by IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG


There is a snap and a break and suddenly, his demons rip loose.

It is all her fault, the slow grinding movement of her hips as she begins this teasing movements causes the breakdown. Ravenously, thunder tumbles from him, lightning flashing in his pale eyes. Her hand knots in his mane of hair, an erotic pain forcing his head to snap up from her moonlight kissed body to fixate upon her damning face. Her lips meet his once more, locking as if they never should have left. He tastes her greedily, as if he were starving, hungry for more, for the taste of her. This wasn’t enough for him, an invisible barrier formed between them still. He grips her, mind continuing to snap as rage at this foe he cannot see keeping them apart. He is crazed, lost in the high of a battle won, torn from the inside out through wounds that have begun to heal upon his already scarred flesh, adding to the artwork that was iorkvaell dvaerg.

The scent of her, the feel of her on his battered skin, the taste of her, the sight of her, almost all of his senses are consumed by her, driving him deeper and deeper like a nail into a coffin until finally, the final sense is destroyed, her delicately sweet “Mmmm” breaking into his mind. The sound of her finishes him, the final blow into his coffin and the beast is ready to die.

He moves swiftly, one arm remaining behind her as the other presses against the ground, he leans forward, legs tucking under himself as he attempts to lay her on the blood soaked ground. His body shudders from delight and pain at the sudden use of his worn and aching muscles. His only reply to his body being a growl that floats across her lips and down into her throat. He settles before her, arm still resting behind her to avoid escape. He squeezes her into him, other hand parting her legs and allowing his body to find solace between her. He has never had a home, never felt the word mattered and therefore it wasn’t in his vocabulary and yet, the crazed fool decided to return it to his mind, his lower half meeting her own as his body attempts to claw out from his pants. So close, so very close and yet so far. The thin fabric staying strong against him, refusing to break free and ravage her.

But still, a taste was needed.

He moves, hips sliding against her own, slow and steady, he rises and falls, body shuddering with want and craving. Through the fabric he can still feel the heat of her, the nectar from her cherished petals. It drives him crazy, growls and groans of desperation flooding from him in waves. She has so much that he needs, craves. The dark temptress a thing of peace and yet chaos, a walking oxymoron.

What cruel fate brought her to destroy his life?



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