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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 12, 2017 at 8:57 PM by IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG


This was all just so damn complicated.

His head was starting to hurt again, a throbbing that matches the slow rhythmic beatings of his heart awakening inside. How quickly the tables had turned. The confusion almost more painful than the wounds that litter his body. The damn things were taking their sweet time to heal too and he could still feel the satisfying burn of the silver bullets that had pierced his skin. He would feel it for awhile but for now he could really only feel this strange hopeless sensation inside him.

Something sharp jabs him in the side and he grimaces, his scarred face twisting into a menacing show of pain and warning before she falls upon him, placing her slim naked bodic against his own. He does not feel a heat wash over him, does not feel this hunger of desire flood his entire body but instead he drifts back to that morning in the fresh linens with her, when that peace had washed over him like a baptism. His arm leaves his face, massive thing coming to wrap around her gently, with just the right amount of possession.

There is this need him, a thing that has more control over him than the voices that drive him to kill. For a man that fears nothing, he sure fears this. With the voices he knows how to subdue them, how to ease his suffering. Over the years he has taught himself to manipulate the pain into pleasure. With this, this fresh new thing that consumes his entire being he doesn’t even know where to start. Avoiding her makes it worse. Being with her makes it worse. Perhaps death is the only answer. But if he dies then someone else would be able to take her and the idea makes him sick with rage. If he kills her well he won’t be able to live with himself. If they die together, well we all know where he is going, the demons ready and waiting to welcome him home. Her? He wasn’t so sure.

Her question slides into his mind, breaking his thoughts and causing him to glance down at her. He turns slightly, face lowering to burrow into her hair and inhale her sweet aroma. He hums, hand rising to stroke her hair, lips pressing against the top of her head. She wants to know more and he wants to show her more. But he is selfish, so selfish with his newfound obsession. He wants to show her the world, his world. But he doesn’t want to show his world her. It makes absolutely no sense but in the twisted viking’s mind it made perfect sense. She was more of a problem than a solution it seemed, like heroin. She is just a drug, the euphoric feeling from her presence laced with poison and sadly, the brute was addicted.

“i can show you better than tell you but i am unfit to do so right now. So i’ll tell you this much; my horde is one that carries me and mine’s and for us, our duties are like a relief.” me and mines, it means people like him. Messed up individuals far too gone to be saved. Their duties were a relief, she should know when he kills it soothes the torment inside. A hint of sorts, a mind game he hopes she can win. He doesnt want to explain, not because he feels she cannot handle it, but because he knows she will want more of it. She fits the criteria, by far and if she is as wicked as he knows her to be, she will want more.

But this cannot be, for he wants to be the only thing she could want.
Like i said, the beast is selfish.



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