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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 ;ophie104.53.149.29Posted On June 19, 2017 at 4:27 PM by PRUE DARLINGTON


Sacrosanct seemed to sing her a lullaby every night and caress her awake every morning. It pampered her like a lover and welcomed her like family. It was a place fit for her; just like the sheer pale blue dress she wore. The full moon bathed her in glorious light; creating the illusion that this little kiss of death glowed in the midnight hour. The vegetation withers away from her, dying to leave a path for her small bare feet. The world makes way for the very presence of death; the darkness recognizes her as it’s own.

Prue seemed to be a bit more feral than most though; she enjoyed herself in her purest form. If she wasn’t soaring the skies over the southern woodlands, she walked them unclothed and connected to the Earth that incarnated the deliciously morbid cognition that she is. She reached out and touch every soul, her very existence like tongues, licking and tasting each one. She was but the energy between them, the course in which the waves travel. She was the unknown, the moment your heart stops and your third eye opens. She was the gateway to the next dimension.

Look into her eyes and you will see the world, worlds, infinity.

Among the trees was a quaint little clearing, mossy boulders served for the perfect perch where she sat. The silver rays greet her milky flesh once more as she coos at a racoon that skitters down a tree toward her. It jumps upon a larger boulder and Prue reaches out to stroke its nose. It closes it’s eyes and presses into her touch, only to fall lifeless where it stood. The twisted little angel smiles sweetly, tipping her head as she continues to pet the body. Soon it rises once again, it’s eyes whiter than it’s coat. Though it were her very force that commanded the carcass, they continue to cuddle as if they were bonding.








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