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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.

TO WIN ANY BATTLE, 107.193.17.54Posted On April 18, 2017 at 2:08 PM by MAGNÚS RÓARR DVÆRG


MAGNÚS RÓARR DVÆRG
BROTHER of IÓRKÆLL & STALLARI of ÚTLAGI
w e r e l i o n


Magnus had forgotten freedom; for even on his last prowl it was for but a meal. He had been so caught up in his career and all of the luxuries that came along with it. He had built himself an emasculate log cabin in the southern country side, fenced in his property, his yard and has even tilled a spot for a garden. He has purchased a couple cars, a truck and has even spruced up his babygirl, the Harley. There was also a Honda CRF450R in the back of the garage that was equipped all that he could possibly need and has found that he needed in the past.

The Scandinavian was a jack of all trades.

Made even more money working on vehicles.

May even enjoy gambling a bit.

But it all works for him. He was self made with no boss and everything that he could possibly want. Except, he really wasn't living life to the fullest when he was all alone - existing simply to "succeed". But it took his twin, or the curiosity of him that brought the beast from his lair. And today, it was initially for heirloom seeds at a small shop in the North but he didn't make it to the city. He found himself at the trails where it all started, this insane shift in his life. Strolling down the trail for a few moments, he finally begins to distort and lengthen - taking shape of his monochromatic feline form.

He launches himself forward on powerhouse haunches, fleeting across the clutter of the forest floor. Stretching his muscles and exerting energy he did not realize was so pent up. It felt exhilarating, every last fiber of his mighty being. Nothing but instinct, no restrictions or laws. The way of the wild was perfectly balanced, just as heart-warming as it is gruesome. It all made sense, it all had purpose and every last creature was just being. Just as Magnus was, prowling until his sides were heaving and his muscles were worn.

Until he slows to a leisure stroll, large pads now leading him silently through the underbrush. His massive jaw hung, saliva strung from his black lips. But still his acute senses still catch wind of his brother near by. And how quaint, the tigress that didn't enjoy Magnus' games. The grey beast moves where evidence leads him. Until he reaches the gathering; slinking about a large boulder, he follows a mole that he had disturbed. He lays out before them, a distance away and places his paw upon the mole - denying it's escape. It rustles beneath the weight of the lion, flinging leaves and twigs in attempts to live.

Finally Magnus looks up and upon the three of them but he says nothing. He heard the tension in his brother's voice; their connection stronger than most. And much rather not be involved. Thus he looks back to his bite-sized snack, leaning forward to grasp the vermin in bone-crushing jaws. And with one crunch the animal was dead. Placing the animal between both his fore-paws, he begins to eat his kill.


TO WIN ANY BATTLE
you must fight as though you are already dead







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