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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.

From the flame, I emerge;184.148.44.3Posted On July 14, 2017 at 7:54 AM by Mira Ramos

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The forest held an eerie dreamy hum tonight, the sky drenched in darkness and slight over cast, it was a perfect night for the pitch oil black wolf to wander within the darkest parts of the woods. She found herself within these southern woods frequently as of late, the towering trees, distinct boulders and various other scars the dense well-travelled tangle became increasingly more familiar. Despite recent events and that impending knowledge that there was a price on her head she finds herself oddly at ease. At least now she knew. Nothing was worse than staring out in the dark, wondering if there was something within that submissive shadow watching your every move waiting for your downfall. That vile pack alpha had somehow found her, but how? She would never truly find out. One thing for certain was she knew this particular chapter of her life was far from over, but a mere bud slowly spreading into fruition. It was impossible to know if she would be the last wolf standing or he would get exactly what he wanted all along. One thing she knew for sure was that he could never take away her freedom, at least not now. Now and even in death, he no longer held her within his unforgiving snare.

The lone wolf wanders deeper with the wood, her golden eyes gently glowing like two amber beacons in the darkness her eyes adjusted well and saw near perfectly in that murky shadow. Tonight, she had found herself lost in a train of thought, as though her surroundings merely blend into one another like a wash of water colour. Like a metronome each paw draws her forward in no direction in particular, the cocktail of scents assaulting her as she drew a deeper breath in. But the newest of scents is what causes those adept canine’s ears to pivot atop her head, hearing the sound of running water from a nearby stream that cut through the forest. The scent she tastes upon the gentle breeze is vaguely familiar, one possessed by a wolf. The scent was unmistakable, it was the tattooed wolf she had met weeks ago. She hadn’t expected to bump into the kind wolfess by chance yet again and within such close proximity, her presence was impossible to ignore. Part of considers allowing the wolf to simply be and allow her that much-coveted privacy and continue on upon that thought provoking stroll within that wilderness that appeals to her more feral side. She thought better this way, felt oddly more comfortable as the majestic she-wolf than she did as a vulnerable human. Perhaps she should have let sleeping wolves lie, but she did owe it to her to see how she was after that night when they took down the wayward dark hunter. The forest was a safer place without him to mar its safety that so many of their kind took refuge in.

They both suffered from his hand and yet it was her genuine kindness from that night in which she remembers the most. Languid graceful strides draw her closer with ease toward the other wolf, swift and true. It didn’t take long to spot Raven there, lounging casually beneath the large imposing maple tree that seemed to peer down at her as though it protected her while she rested. Once within eye sight, Mira pronounced a muted noise in greeting much akin to a crossover of a bark and a whine, alerting the other that she was not alone.

“Hello Raven. Nice to see you under better.. circumstances.” A wry expression forms upon her wolfish features. It was true. “You healed well.” She drew closer, her golden eyes peering at the other wolf, keeping a decent distance from her. Her maw lolled lazily open, teeth glinting in the pale moonlight. Her tail easily moving slowly, left to right, she is curious if she was out here for the same reason, to clear her head and simply just be what they have become, a wolf. ”Care for some company?” She asks curiously, those glowing eyes resting now upon the other she-wolf.




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