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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.

a man that does not fear death only dies once ;107.193.17.54Posted On May 18, 2017 at 12:34 PM by PRUE DARLINGTON


Like blood and chocolate, they were dangerously delicious - there was no doubt. Like Bonnie and Clyde, they could go down in infamy. Like whips and chains, they just made sense. Did they not? So wicked and primal; personifying the darkest shades of life in all of their wicked beauty. Rememberance of the necessity in all things; even those that bring on pain. Pain that only exists in part of happiness; for without one there would not be the other. The yin and the yang. The world was not complete without them; without the very force that drives their very forms. Death.

Her pale, little fingers curl in his thick coat; breathing in the musky and coppery scent of the killer she sat with. She licks her lips with the tip of her tongue and tips her head. She watches them, his hair part to make way for her presence. Only pausing at his warning, she looks up for eye-contact and she smiles sweetly, knowingly - as though he should know better. She only wanted to entice him; she did not fear him. She delighted him; finding something familiar within him. Their darkness was one in the same and it was strong; magnified by their connection. She continues, positioning her feet beside her rump with her legs bent and against his fore-legs. She fingers his muscles, admiring and imagining further what the Hellbeast could do.

She could be his siren, he could be her pirate.

Some girls dreamed of a prince but Prue would have her villain.

She was oblivious to the irony in her words, she was but spit up from the bowels mere hours ago. She was fresh to this world but ancient in the same; just as ancient as the very force with this Viking King. She was even more tickled to learn that really was the ruler of these woods; that the greatness she felt within him was not wasted. She smiles softly in response to his retort; it was a simple jest and she meant no harm. She then begins to hum as her eyes follow her massaging hands once more. Her fingers only clutching at his fur when the heat of his tongue meets her chilled thigh. The muscles beneath the weight of tongue tremble and she makes eye-contact with the monster once more.

"You feel like home." It was the truth, they were birthed from the same flames.

Releasing his coat she leans forward, nearly laid out on her stomach atop him so that she may stroke the side of his face - her gaze boring into his. "What is it that you seek my Lord?" The moonlight dances off of her white eye lashes. "What is it that your dark heart desires?" She giggles and begins to toy with strands of his mane. "Delight me with wicked tales." Her gaze begins to wander over him once more, her hand idly wandering through his lush locks as she gleefully waits for his response.








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