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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    owned by Adelaide Labelle
    3 employees

    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

    Owner Adelaide Labelle

    Barkeeper Killian Carrick
    Waitress Abigail Hughes
    Waitress Elain Daray

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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.

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead50.125.73.18Posted On December 11, 2017 at 12:27 AM by AIDEN TETRADORE

I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me


It was, perhaps, not the ideal moment for such salacious words to leave his lips, considering the clear hint of panic that seemed to have struck the young lupine as her skin gave way to molten lava. They were, perhaps, meant to be a distraction of sorts, even if there was a hint of truth to that hardly subtle suggestion. After all, at the heart of it all, Tetradore was still very much a man, even if he so rarely acted in that stereotypical fashion his gender was so inclined to do. The feline was altogether pleased at that hint of a simper upon her features, even if she shook her head in an entirely dismissive fashion. That insistence that such a lack of clothing certainly came with that territory was met with an easy enough nod of agreement. Nudity within their community, within their species, was quite near the norm. In fact, there were very few were-creatures that still retained any sort of prudeness when it came to that viewing of flesh and their shift. Raven, for example, was one of the few beings who cared so particularly of ensuring those clothes remained upon her frame. Even so, Tetradore hardly pressed the young woman on exactly that sort of sentiment he was referring to with those words, the man instead focused his attention wholeheartedly upon ensuring he rescued her from the depths of that cave and, instead, to some sort of perceived safety.

"You may call me whatever you like, Mira." He commented softly in the wake of that inquiry, the were-King hardly hesitating to call to that gift of teleportation, even as he stepped closer towards her frame to ensure his cool skin ran against the warmth of her own. He had little fear for those shadows that so raced to his call, even despite the luminosity that Mira was capable of creating in what should have been a pitch black cave. Soon enough, that inky darkness surrounded them, enveloping them as those woosy sensations of that pre-teleportation began to toy with the pair. That inquiry that started upon her lips was never quite fully voiced before his gift wooshed them away from that travesty of that forest fire and plunged the pair into that falling darkness. Gravity so immediately took hold of their figures, sending them plunging downwards into what appeared like a world of nothingness, lit only by the brightness of the young she-wolf at his side. It was that hissing sizzle that exploded in his ears as her body plunged into the water.

His own form shifted from those watery depths, moving with ease towards that lip that formed a small little platform of sorts. That idle comment caused his emerald eyes to glance back at her only for a small shrug to cross those ebony shoulders before the man shook of those droplets. "Most cats do not, no. Jaguars, however….well….we are quite strong swimmers." His species hardly hated the water with the same ferocity as those domesticated cats. Quite on the contrary, Tetradore was known for enjoying those long showers and the feeling of that heat upon his skin. Treading water, as it was, seemed far more work than needed for the ebony cat. Although the liquid itself hardly bothered him, he was not one to expend energy unnecessarily. He settled upon that small bit of dry stone, his attention turned back towards the far more important matter at hand. Something had clearly happened to prompt that newfound affinity a breath of life within her, something had caused it to flood to the surface in such a reckless fashion. It was that something which finally prompted the man to inquire after exactly what had happened in the first place.

That silence that consumed her was worrying, to say the least, and yet the panther never once pushed the woman to provide him those answers any faster then she was prepared to. He was hardly surprised that the leader of her old pack had made himself known. He had suspected he might come back for her, one day. Then again, he suspected she had assumed much the same. What did surprise him, however, was that ivory steed's involvement with that man whom had haunted the young wolverine. A small frown crossed his lips at the mention Frost and yet, he said nothing of the man's business with that very fellow that haunted her. Those emerald eyes merely continued to stare at the young woman as she continued, providing a fuller version of that story. His gaze followed the young woman as she made her way towards the edge of that little shelf, allowing her body to step out of the water. For a moment, he was weary of the lava that might once again consume her and yet, for now, it remained cooled beneath that ashen surface. His gaze turned back towards the woman at that notion of weakness and yet, he shook his head ever so slightly. "I would not say that. You saw an opportunity to escape Negan and you took it. Was it ideal? No. But it's still something. I am sure he will give you some task to benefit him in some fashion. In the meantime, we will just have to find some way to pull you from Frost's clutches." He paused for a moment, his head tilted to the side in consideration. "Or….perhaps we can manipulate the task he wishes to give you…." Tetradore's voice trailed off in consideration of that very thing and yet, he was hardly as confident in his ability to so play the man, not without any further information of what Frost truly wanted. He shook his head. "It will take time." The man concluded simply.

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