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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.

Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what do you see;64.229.2.246Posted On August 14, 2017 at 9:30 AM by Iliana Amaranth

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With a valiant effort and careful not to touch the panda, she managed to escape from the mean tangled grasp of that shrubbery. It was a victory! The chirps and noises of thanks that left the little panda escaped her and yet to the fae, they made complete and perfect sense. It was natural to her as she was born with the power, she could not imagine life not being able to talk or understand these creatures. She would have had a very lonely childhood, if not for this very talent. “You’re welcome little creature.” She smiled that quirky lopsided grin, all too content to help an innocent animal in need. The fae woman was more inclined to help an animal than an actual person, she could understand their cries for help or understand what they wanted. Everyone else in the world seemed to ignore their tiny voices. Perhaps it was that reason that Iliana found herself more apt to listen and help them. She definitely seemed to find herself more at ease with the creatures of the forest than those of her kind or even humans. For the most part, she could pass for human with the exception of those pointy ears she often concealed behind the pale cascade of her hair. “What a rude bush, he definitely does not know the right way how to make friends, hmph.” She huffs slightly, wondering if the girl would flee once she was freed.

She watched with those dreamy silver eyes that glitter with amusement as the little panda flopped out of the bush in a rather comical fashion. It brought a tiny little giggle to her lips, oh what a silly adorable little creature, she could not help but think. Not the most graceful creature on four legs but she was the cutest ball of fluff she had seen, she wanted to run her hands through that reddish fur that appeared soft to the touch. She didn’t dare to though, despite that childish temptation. How would she have liked it if someone just came up to her and pet her? Not one bit. That would make her as rude as that bush that tried to make that little panda theirs!

After peering into the prickly bush she hadn’t realised her hair parted around her ears, she had always been so conscious at hiding what she was to humans. It had become an unconscious habit to the fae woman. She did not meld well with her kind and she didn’t exactly belong with the human’s either. It didn’t really bother her all that much that she never belonged, in truth, she was much too lost with her head in the clouds or in a heated conversation with a creature to really notice the strange glances or looks of distaste.

When the panda was free she practically sat upon her haunches right at the edge of her little spread, all the food still remaining neatly placed within that basket. The blonde fae could see that little nose twitch as she picked up the smells of the food inside.

The little panda spoke, admitting she was in ship shape and even mentioned the smell of apples that the fae had in copious amounts. The comment delighted her! Perhaps she wouldn’t leave her just yet. The truth was that a picnic by one’s self was a little lonely. There was a reason why she had packed extra, a hope that maybe she could bribe a creature from the forest would join her. “I was worried I would have to teach Mr. Bush a lesson in manners. I have plenty of apples and other things, do you want some? Oh and don’t worry I am not some creepy stranger person. I will prove it to you. My name is Iliana, you can call me Illy. I think if you know someone’s name they are no longer stranger. I think?” She contemplated this thought and in some strange way it made perfect sense to her. In all actuality the woman was as harmless as a fluttery butterfly. Certainly she was so unlike most of her kind or the other supernatural creatures that dwelled this corrupted city. She suddenly giggled at that thought, smiling a little at the russet coloured fluff creature. She plopped down so she sat cross-legged, eyes watching the little panda bear with interest. “Soo.. What exactly are you? Do you like meat or just apples?” She question blurted out all at once, almost all too idly, her mind jumping from topic to topic, not spending too much time lingering on one too long, like a hummingbird landing from flower to flower. Illy’s voice remains kind, her eyes flickering across the smaller creature as she contemplated her random thoughts. She had never seen whatever she was before and she had spoken to a lot of animals at zoos. One thing for certain was she was not a creature of the forest, maybe just maybe she could figure it out.

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