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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.

i've been here before108.93.10.156Posted On September 19, 2017 at 7:31 PM by anastasia romanova


The loose gravel of the shaded avenue pops and crackles beneath the tires of the Audi she pilots in an erratic and unpleasant tempo, Anastasia no more enthusiastic an admirer of automobiles than she had been the last time she had been forced to take her place behind the wheel. It seemed that not even the sprawling bounty of a century could foster within her a fascination for these supposed miracles of engineering. The merits of being without a chauffuer in favor of silence and solitude was a matter of heated internal debate for the wayward Russian duchess as she brings the vehicle to a slow halt in the looming shadow thrown by the stable's grand archway.

Anastasia knew well precisely where she would find the young girl, in the same intuitive and etherreal way in which she knew most everything else. That and, of course, the fact that their initial meeting had transpired in the immaculately-manicured paddock of these very stables. Weres, as was the custom of nearly all of Mother Nature's creatures, craved the assurance that came with the companionship of those of their alternative selves. And so it stood to reason that Calliel would linger here.

It also stood to reason that Anastasia's abrupt and undivulged absence would earn her some measure of scathing resentment, though she herself had never been one wont to exhibit such a childish aversion to solitude. Independence had always been and would be forevermore a defining characteristic of the fallen royal, a trait that had allowed her to take leave of her own Maker (and for him, also, to take his leave of her) for nearly a decade. It was the way of things, immortal or otherwise, and it would be a lesson hard-learned by the young Calliel.

And so it is with silent grace that Anastasia accepts the greeting offered to her, crossing her own arms as the slightest simper tugs coyly at the brims of her lips to draw fissures into her usually austere facade. "Looking for you, of course," she lilts, the accent heavy upon her tongue. "Though from your tone I fear I may have caught you at a bad moment. Would you prefer I leave?" It is a farce, an invitation for the angst she knows bubbles and froths just beneath the surface of the youthful Were's fractious veneer, for they both knew the answer. But it was better to allow the girl to deliver her blows, a yearning that would corrode as time and maturity took their tolls, so that they may pursue far more... useful endeavors.

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia



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