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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.

hello, navi darling166.137.118.79Posted On October 16, 2017 at 9:59 AM by Andras Stein

death incarnate & night triumphant

Pursuing through the park, his hands casually lining his pockets, Andras is anxious for the sun to set though it was some hours off. The Fae had found himself unable to sit tight at his home in the city. He didn’t bother checking the lodge near the edge of the city as he was certain Dorian would be busy with Sebastian; plus, he was aware the King had taken up the nocturnal tendencies to spend more time with his vampire fiancée. Eve… Well, Eve tended to do whatever she liked and very rarely visited her quarters, the woman was a little she-devil and the man didn’t fully trust her but he was certain she would come once summoned.

He explored Sacrosanct as much as he dared, in hopes he might hear the arrival of new Fae to the city. Yet, the man himself had finally accepted that the faerie race was dwindling at a far more rapid pace than he cared for. The slaughter of his own court all those centuries ago had rocked the supernatural world nearly to its core. Andras was aware of the surprise and near devastation in Dorian’s eye when he recounted the memory to him only several nights ago.

Rolling his shoulders to release the tension that so lined the muscles, he exhales deeply before those hazel eyes seek out his favorite deer trail. One that was rarely used, except for nosy blonde haired human women. Snorting at the ridiculous encounter that had happened only several nights ago, he had made sure to keep tabs on her. For someone who wasn’t afraid of the monsters that prowled at night, she was still decidedly bold. Whether his secret was safe with her or not, time would only tell.

Removing a hand from his pocket, he moves further into the forest as he brushes back the dense vegetation. Bowing his head to sneak under the low hanging branches it isn’t long before his clearing comes into view, though there is an unfamiliar scent that clings to the air. He pauses, as he breathes it in again, the owner of that fragrance decidedly immortal and very much Fae. His curiosity piqued, he prowls into the clearing, the sunlight catching his dark locks. He pauses to catch the trail again and once he picks it up he lazily moves onward. It doesn’t take long before an unfamiliar figure comes into view, that of a young woman with midnight locks. Arching a brow, he tilts his head back to look at her as she lounges in that tree above him.

“Comfortable?” He asks, a touch of amusement coating his lyrics. It was a rarity to find others in a tree besides himself.

Andras Steinhello darling



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