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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.

every time you smile I can tell you’re just showing your teeth [open]50.188.48.144Posted On May 30, 2017 at 8:26 PM by rian shrike

SHRIKE

Six months into the city and it still felt like a cage, skyscrapers rising up like bars. “It’s like man-made mountains,” a friend told her once from the back of a taxi, but there was nothing of her mountains in this. It smelled, in summer, like piss and trash and baking metal. The only wildlife she saw were pigeons and rats, and she always had shadows like bruises beneath her eyes.

But this was where her prey was.

Still, there were times when she needed to feel grass, not concrete, below her feet. And so she’d meticulously cleaned her guns, painstakingly shined the stocks and barrels, and lovingly put them away and walked to the train station. The ride to the south suburbs was thirty minutes on a train and twenty more on a bus, but Rian hadn’t seen the sunset for three weeks. There were always too many buildings in the way. Tonight, the creatures that claimed the shadows could wait.

The bus sighed to a stop and she stepped off, the rubber sole of her trainer sure on the sidewalk that ran alongside Hyde Park. She wore no weapons, but the way she walked, the way her gaze scanned the early evening summer, suggested they would have been redundant, here. And anyway, there was no one of note: only joggers, dog-walkers, pairs of women pushing strollers with ponytails bobbing. These were not her prairies, her buttes, but until her quarry was brought down it was all she had.

Knowing this, she stretched, pulled her red hair into a ponytail, and took off at an easy lope down the packed-dirt path through the trees.

When she heard the scream, she froze like a coyote for the length of a heartbeat before sprinting toward the source.


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