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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.

and in all the ways it might be so101.176.136.166Posted On August 10, 2017 at 3:33 PM by Rixon Leifsson

That soft declaration from the woman that she had always wanted to travel was met with the lift of his own lips, at least in as much as a horse was capable off. She did not, he expected, truly anticipate the struggle that a return to his own country might present and more than that- getting out of it if things did not go as anticipated. He had escaped Europe once more and yet it had taken months. Such a journey hardly an acceptable sort for a woman to be a part off. Yet he had held nearly no money then and barely an ability to speak anything outside his own native language. He had been absent from those countries long enough that most had surely forgotten him, or at least he would not prove as conspicuous as he once had. His improved funds and too, Nadya herself might prove to make that journey easier and yet the possibility still existed that they may be gone for weeks, if not months. However long it might prove to navigate Europe at large and yet the idea of showing her his homeland was….appealing in a fashion. A part of the man desiring to allow her to see that beauty off it. There was no place in the world like Iceland. No place where ice and volcanoes met in the same way and the land stretched upon and untouched for miles and miles. Yet too- there was a sort of pleasure to be had in the idea of showing her Paris and Milan, in Macedonia or Greece or Italy and Corsica. Perhaps there might be some way to at least attempt to enjoy those places even if they might have but a day or two in each as they passed through. Frost near assured those Hunters would follow with near as much assurance as he knew they would hardly spare Nadya. Her association with him surely enough. Still- perhaps there was a little joy to be had in that trip all the same.

“You would look lovely in Paris.”

There was almost a tease to those words, a simple, refined assurance before that query of his mother saw that violet gaze shift beneath that snowy fringe to meet her gaze once more. He had perhaps hardly considered those fears Nadya might find within herself over the idea his Mother might disapprove of her. The stallion hardly having afforded it much thought and yet with the idea presented to him he supposed he understood that notion. A mans mother, after all, represented a great deal to his girlfriend. Her approval was wholly necessary in most instances and in as much the same manner that the approval of Nadya’s father was surely meaningful to himself. After all, it would surely never be achieved from her brother and yet Frost had long since dismissed the idea of Tetradore, alive or dead. He had achieved what he had wanted and as such he saw no need to impress upon that man’s life any further. Frost wholly content to leave Tetra to do as he pleased. Still, he hardly doubted his own Mother would find displeasure in Nadya, not after….everything. Surely she would simply be thrilled he had found someone after all this time? That he might finally have a chance at that normal life, at having children off his own he might be permitted to raise- at having a life not bound by servitude to anyone he did not choose. The simple confidence in that answer offered to Nadya then, the young woman seeming to find some pleasure in it in turn before talk turned to her own parents.

He had not truly contemplated a meeting with them and yet the idea seemed reasonable enough. Was it not important? Frost content to realise in that moment he had never truly asked of them, at least, not where they lived or the sort of people they were. The stallion content to consider another trip, his head turning then as Micah tumbled from his side, the horse prepared to catch him before the boy managed to claw his way back up that mane. The idea of an entire pack was perhaps less….thrilling to him. It was only natural, he supposed to have some reservations about inclining himself to a pack of predators, that stallion pausing to consider those words for several moments more.

“I do not know how well received a horse might be amongst a pack of panthers and yet I suppose it is what it is. I should still like to meet them, or your family at least. They should know whom you are living with and whom is raising their grandchildren.”

It was sensible, if nothing else, of that he was sure. Frost querying as to whether or not they already knew of his existence, Nadya assuring him she had spoken to them last when she had informed them of Aiden’s untimely…..death. Frosts ears flicking lightly in response to those words and yet he offered nothing further on them for a moment, those thoughts turning within his own mind. He hardly blamed the woman for not speaking off him to them, not in the wake of those events. Still, he would vastly prefer they knew of him before he merely showed up upon their doorstep with their daughter in tow.

“When you are ready to say something then, if that goes well and they should like to meet me then I would not be opposed to visiting with them. Perhaps you might inform them of my species too- I would not like for that to be a surprise.”

Predators could be….temperamental. It was better, surely, if they knew to expect a horse rather then anticipate another predator as they surely would. Frosts own form shifted slightly, affording those kittens time to scramble down from his back before those forelegs stretched out before him, hauling his body upward as his hind legs folded out in turn. A horse rising to its feet a truly…..ungraceful action in every sense of the word. He truly would need teach Nadya how to ride in the coming weeks if she intended to come with him to his homeland, his own animal form capable of travelling where hers was not, or in the least, where hers might create panic. A horse hardly as surprising in such a landscape and capable of travelling for miles on end.

“Come on, it is growing later, we should start to head home before they fall asleep out here and I am sure I can think of several things we might do to still enjoy tonight once they are asleep…..”

Somewhere within that throaty chuckle still managed to part his lips, that lengthy tail flicking against her in a manner almost teasing.

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