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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.

way down we go;50.188.48.144Posted On May 23, 2017 at 6:59 PM by kearn.

it's a shallow little world


Kearn is, in many ways, the opposite. He is human, nothing more - a terribly vulnerable thing to be in this city. And yet he lives as though that is nothing, and his master is greed, not goodness; for he knows that, through other men’s greed, he might gain power he never would otherwise.

At any rate he stands defenseless next to this woman with the sword, barely on the cusp of twenty, a lean and often dirty boy who always looks hungry the way a coyote does. A rangy, watchful, calculating kind of starvation.

And gestures a hand at her explanation as though he’s the one with years of experience and wisdom to imbue.

“Not unwise, I suppose. Though it may invite attention from the more…competitive types.” His lips pressed together in a grim line. He supposed he should count himself lucky that she wasn’t one of those - that whatever she might be, she was friendly.

Too bad Kearn wasn’t in the mood for small talk. He never was, true, but after unintentionally leading himself to the place he might have lived, had his parents not decided they didn’t want him…well, it was surprising she’d gotten any words out of him at all. Although silence was often a kinder response than his particular brand of sullen condescension.

She offers her name and he offers a tight-lipped smile as his only response. The boy’s gaze flicks to the street as a bus rumbles near, but it’s the wrong number; it coughs to a stop and tired-looking people depart, sparing no glances for the two strangers waiting at the stop. Within another thirty seconds they’re alone again, the world quiet but for the slur of passing cars. Kearn leans his head back, resting it against the rear wall of the bus stop, arms still crossed over his chest.

He ought to stay quiet; isn’t that what you’re supposed to do, when you have nothing particularly nice to say? There’s a low throbbing starting just behind his right temple, and his feet ache, and he’s sure that by now Flora’s gotten herself into something utterly harebrained…and yet he closes his eyes and opens his mouth.

“Emmy,” he says, saying her name as though she’s the one who’s just nineteen, not him. “I thought your kind had more dignified ways around than the bus.”







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