• Edit

    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.

    What's You'll Find Here

  • Edit

    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.

  • Edit

    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.

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On June 30, 2017 at 7:02 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

She liked nights like these when she could be close to the aloof ebony tiger. Raven always liked Regan finding her presence quite comforting. Within their small misfit pack Regan was one member that truly could relate or at least understand her background. Sympathy was not something the two gave to one another, because it was something they never asked for. Rather she appreciated the unique understanding. It made it all much easier, to be herself, to accept what she was. Although Raven still felt ashamed for her disease she understood it was something that she could not control. Regan did not judge her for this terrible fault and Raven didn’t judge Regan at all for her own. They both were given a terrible hand to play in the game called Life, and yet they each made do with what they had. Regan was the one that truly understood. The tiger was a very good balance within their pack, especially when a former member disliked the two of them. Tonight she was happy to spend some time with Regan, enjoying the chance to regal her with an event that hardly seemed something like she would do. The lupine held far too high morals to lower herself into stealing from charity, of course, Raven still had no idea she stole from charity. Thankfully Tobias hadn’t mentioned that small little detail.


The presence of the male brought the lupine to shiver closer to the tiger. Males were not safe. This she knew and learned the hard way. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as he approached closer, touching Regan and going so far as to bite her shoulder. Why the tiger allowed this, Raven did not know, but she didn’t jump up to protect the jungle cat. Raven knew Regan was capable of holding her own. As the Lion falsely accused Raven of leaving him to die the lupine swung her dial, glaring at the brute. She was a creature that believed in being honest and telling the truth. Telling lies was not acceptable. They never were. Grey-trimmed ears folded back against her skull as the tiger turned upon her upset. She did not get up to follow Regan, allowing the larger cat her space, instead she remained where she was. Closing her eyes she grabbed ahold of the memory of that night. Gently she began to filter the images, like a movie, unedited. The Viking and Regan would see a terrified looking Raven bumping into the Viking at the front of the bar, the woman apologizing for running into him and offering to buy him a drink. The next scene would play out with the woman giving him the drink as they sat in a shadowed area, conversing with one another. The figures of the Dark Hunters appeared, not causing anyone harm, Raven telling the Lion to stand down and not intervene, explaining there was no reason to kill. As these images came she spoke evenly, her tone gentle.


“I was doing a business deal where we were ambushed by Dark Hunters part of the Council...if you kill members of the Council you’re on their hit list. I hid in a bar to lie low where I met the Lion. When the Dark Hunters came in, I covered the place in shadows to distract them, hide myself. The Lion wanted to hurt them, and I told him no, to leave them alone. They were after me, not anyone else. If I left then they would follow me and not bring harm, but he didn’t listen. He started the fight when it wasn’t necessary for him to do so, in the first place.”


The next set of images that came were of Raven bringing shadows to not only blind the Dark Hunters, but also protect all there, including the lion as she made her escape. Whatever happened afterwards Raven did not know. If the Lion did not heed her direction then that was his fault, not her own. Her eyes would reopen as she looked straight at Regan, ignoring the male completely, those eyes of hers holding an honest and soft gaze. It was not in her nature to cheat or lie. Even though she was mistreated terribly she was prone to not treat others in such a horrible way. The sound of the Lion not wanting her here, wanting her to leave was ignored. The order of her to not even touch Regan was ignored. The lupine would slowly get up, standing firmly, but not threateningly. Did he not understand? Did he not know? For one that seemed so possessive of another, he had no idea about her at all. So, she would happily explain.


“She is a close friend, she is pack...I am allowed to touch her if she wants me to. You do not get to tell me what I can and cannot do. You do not own me.”


There were only three individuals that truly had a claim over her. Her Mate, her Alpha, and her Witch. They could tell her what she could and could not do, and she would obey without question. Loyalty and trust was held within those bonds. The presence of another male seemed to have triggered something. Back within her mind she could feel that painful buzzing, as a low hum began to rattle within her inner ear. Panic shot through her as those eyes widened. Through the pack bond she shared with Regan, the tiger would sense something different coming upon the lupine. With a soft whimper she called out to her friend, warning her what was to come, warning her so that maybe Regan could help fix it.


“Regan it comes, we have to leave...if we get home maybe he can help? I don’t want to hurt, I don’t want to hurt.”


Suddenly a sharp booming crack could be heard as the lupine’s body began to jerk and snap to and fro. Her limbs would break and shift as the creature began to turn into a bear-sized wolf. The air around her thickened as something darker began to take over. The feralness was a good trigger that warned all that something terrible was occurring. The meek and mild she-wolf was replaced with something quite the opposite. One massive grey paw moved towards the tiger, until it heard a snarl coming from behind. With a sharp twist of her ebony dial, her dark eyes held a wild gaze in them, something unholy and unrecognizable. It would be best of the pack enforcer helped enforce Raven to not react and do something her other side would sorrowfully regret.

Raven Clocksworth.
html © riley | image © fatedsouls





Post A Reply