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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.

lying in the blossoms when the sky went black40.136.166.130Posted On June 07, 2017 at 12:06 PM by INDRA ASTOR *




It was guilt that finally drove her from the pristine, air-conditioned refuge of her loft apartment and down into the humid city streets—guilt that she’d been here four full days and had nothing to show for it beyond a stack of empty takeout boxes. It was hard, sometimes, to be bothered about it all, the people and the places and the primitive concerns, and Indra had a knack for losing track of time when the right thing held her attention. The work she had been doing lately—it stoked something gratifying inside of her, made her want to stretch and rumble and flex her claws like a great cat. It was easy work to get lost in.

But it wasn’t the work she was here for, she had reminded herself that morning, as she took one look into the empty refrigerator and decided she’d better get outside. She’d enjoyed a lazy breakfast at a terrace café, mapping out the day’s strategy. There were contacts she could talk to, research leads she could pursue, but—she needed to orient herself. She needed focus.

So she’d caught a cab to the south side of town, where she’d heard there was a park with certain… energy potentials. She took her time strolling the lesser-used trails, stretching her legs as she set a few snares and then scouted out a quiet spot to wait. Two hours later and she had herself a fat brown hare, wriggling in the bushes. Deftly she wrung its neck and hauled it back to the shade of an overgrown ash.

She had just slipped her knife into the soft belly when a frisbee came clattering through the branches, closely followed by a boy of about eight. “Go back to your friends,” she directed him sharply, but he had already seen, was already shrieking at the sight of the limp animal. Indra flicked her eyes skyward, willing patience, as the boy charged back the way he had come.

She wasn’t exactly surprised by the two hunters who crashed through the underbrush a few minutes later. Sighing, she drew her hands from the hare’s abdomen, carefully unraveling a length of entrail before looking up. “Can I help you?” she asked them, cross-legged on the ground and up to her elbows in blood.



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