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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 69.246.153.243Posted On April 13, 2017 at 7:59 AM by IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG

LET THE GREAT AXE FALL


How weak of him.

He can only be away from her for so long. His mind is lost without her, an abysmal destruction in need of her venomous voice to soothe the ache inside. Funny, she is a walking tsunami wreaking havoc and destruction in her wake and yet to him she is healing, cool and calm security. Then again, she is a disaster to him as well for this is something he cannot comprehend. She is a thorn dug into his soul, so small in minute that his massive fingers cannot dig her out. But he likes the pain of her there, the poisonous seed of her presence in his pores.

Its toxic.

It has merely been days since he has seen her, so when her sweet aroma found its way into the viking king’s nose, he snuck away from his reckless mongrels to search for her. Massive russet frame slides through the shadows with ease for even on such a bright day as this they call to him. His lower jaw is slack, saliva falling from his parted mouth in spider web strands to taint the earth floor. Massive paws drag along the ground lazily, for he is in no hurry to find her. She will not move and if she does it will be a game, to encourage the chase he might give.

Hell might? He would chase her down and when he finally catches her…

Massive tongue slides along his tattered lips, as if to taste her. She is near to him now, for it is within his territory that she resides. This, he likes. But his mood is going to shift soon. It is over the horizon he sees her massive black form, shining in the light like a crystal. But there is another dark form beside her and already his chest burns in possession. He stalks forward slowly, all prowl and power, and as he draws near his snout wrinkles as nose tastes the air. “you…” his growled out words slide into the other’s minds, his massive form moving forward to glide along his temptress’ stretched out form before he falls to his own laid out position behind her. Casually a bite is pressed against her shoulder, tongue following suit on her bodice as his eyes remain locked on to the wolf before them.

How intense his icy gaze is, the memory of his bar fight caused by the scarred dame. “you’re welcome.” he states blandly, unamused with the fact that his tigress knew and apparently was happy to be friends with this girl. “how do you know her? This woman who left me to die?” his rough baritones slide into regan’s mind, his gaze leaving the wolfess to fall upon his scarred beauty.



IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG
BROTHER TO; MAGNÚS - CONSUMED BY; REGAN - KING OF; ÚTLAGI




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