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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, On May 17, 2017 at 10:41 AM by MAGNÚS RÓARR DVÆRG

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The tension rose with a dangerous swiftness. It was palpable, the magnificent mess of lion could taste it upon the cool night air. And it was not just the controversy between a set of squeezes. His kin and his apparent possessiveness - little did he know he would be just the same. But it was the fear that nearly took main stage. It taunted the predator, the dominant and wicked nature within him. He gnawed harder on the small rodent, digging his impressive claws and popping it's little organs.

All the while, brilliant blue eyes watch the skittish canid.

Choosing to (attempt to) keep out of the lover's quarrel, only taunting him to play with the little huntress that had turned prey herself. But it was his brother that broke his attention and attempted to initiate in some mock-battle over the remains of the mole. He rolls over onto his side and swipes a massive paw at his brother, baring his teeth and allowing a roar to rumble from his chest. He put up a fight for the Hell of it; just to be able to engage in some brotherly play. But his attention really has already shifted, he couldn't help but want to toy with the wolfy.

Rolling toward the Viking, he opens his jaws and braces his neck within them. Pushing his weight into it, up onto his legs and down onto his brother - he attempts to pin him to the ground. The guttural noises continue from his throat as he drives his chest down into the other, waiting to be eventually tossed to from him. Once he was, he immediately begins toward Raven with a slithering saunter - his dark chuckle reverberating through her mind. He says nothing, he simply stalks with his tail gently tossed from side to side.

His intentions were unclear to others.

Except perhaps to his other half.

Hopefully he'll play along.

you must fight as though you are already dead


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