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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.

he who does not fear death only dies once . dvaerg107.193.17.54Posted On April 17, 2017 at 5:18 PM by PRUE DARLINGTON

Was it odd that she enjoyed picking at a carcass over going to a five star restaraunt? Everyone she has told thought so but she is unashamed, in fact she pities them for their closed mindedness. Miss Grymm saw the beauty in all things for all things had purpose. She enjoyed the smell of a skunk as much as she did a rose. Found the macabre majesty in tragic death. She saw the allure in pain.

She was a twisted little voodoo doll and loved every moment of it.

She was born of Death and of Earth, she is a figment of this world in the extreme. She is power that haunts this land in a physical manifestation that is hauntingly beautiful. The face of death and decay portrayed in all of it's glory through the cherub face of a girl. One that wanders the forest with bare feet and simple white summer dress. Crystalline eyes wander just as she does; witnessing the world come alive as Spring takes over.

She smiles sweetly, reaching up to touch a bright pink cherry blossom with her finger. Immediately it begins to wilt, turn brown and fall to the ground at her pale feet. She takes a deep breath through her nose and exhales through her breath with a soft simper before she continues. Her stomach was empty and it continued to remind her. She moves silently through the underbrush in search of her next meal; only for the tinge of fresh blood to hit her keen senses.

Immediately her body begins to shrink and distort, grow feathers and lastly wings and beak. And just as alabaster as she was in human form, she was in her crow form. White with red eyes and yellow beak. She caws before spreading her wings and taking flight. Gliding, weaving through the trees she seeks the source of the scent that has all of her senses and hunger running wild. It does not take long before she catches sight of a gallant beast bathing himself, laying out leisurely in the sun.

A few yards from him was his kill, a young doe that promised soft meat and even more tender innards. Circling above, her shadow casts across him before she finally lands upon the doe's leg. She peers back at the feline but saws nothing. She merely turns to her meal and begins to tear at the scraps and pick at the bones. She ate until she had her fill before she hops, turning around to face the lion. Cocking her head, she eyes him for some time. "I always heard that it was the "King of the Jungle" but this is far from it." Her voice was reminiscent of a little girl's, melodic - like bells in an alleyway as it echoed through his mind. Her giggle was sweet and innocent as she appeared in her other form. "What does that make you? King Nothing?"

She was teasing but how do you see that in the dead eyes of a crow?









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