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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 might just be the right kind of wrong67.143.208.111Posted On December 06, 2017 at 7:29 PM by Damon Marcello



Now that she was closer, he could definitely smell the magical silver in her blood. His nose wrinkled in distaste. He was never a fan of their blood since it was bitter, like drinking a bottle of sour whiskey without any of the good buzz after. Witches were never his first choice for a meal. She seemed like the type that would put herself in harm's way every time to save someone else. It was such a human reflex, this total lack of survival instinct. Most witches he came across were cunning and would never hesitate to throw someone else in harm's way to save their own skin. They were masters of illusion, anything to cause a distraction so they could escape gracefully and lie low for a while before they strike again. She was almost suicidal in her tendencies. It was quite fascinating.

She stood as if frozen to the spot, her fingers digging into her palms. When he said something about it, she jumped as if she didn't expect him to speak. She averted her gaze and apologized. He chuckled. "Aren't you an intriguing one." He murmured softly, his eyes glittering with amusement. She assured him that she didn't know the men before she suddenly seemed to find her courage, stepping toward him and raising her voice to ask if he did. He glanced down at the unconscious man before looking back up at her. "No...but I plan to soon enough." His eyes gleamed with ill intentions as his lips quirked. He assured her that he was only out cold, not dead, and then she found her voice, pleading with him not to kill the man. Damon tilted his head, his brow raised. He thought for a moment before speaking. "Why don't you come with, to make sure I don't? Unless you have other plans, of course."

She asked what he was and he had to take a moment and figure out if she was serious or not. Meanwhile she got squeamish. At first she just looked confused, like she didn't know what he was talking about. Then she thanked him for not killing her and his eyes danced with amusement. She continued to step forward even now, even as he told her what he was. She was so refreshing in her unpredictability. It's like every fiber in her being was screaming to run and yet she was drawn that much closer to him with every affirmation that she was in mortal danger. She parted her lips as if to argue, his brow raising in expectation, but then she seemed to think better of it, her mouth closing. Her first comment was enough to make him smirk. "Not that you know of, anyway. We're usually a very discreet species." He let her process everything, standing very still. He could be patient at times.

Finally she exhaled and gave her name, extending her hand out to him. He chuckled at her sarcasm, even as he reached out to take her hand firmly. "Damon will do fine. Not that I don't expect you to revert back to asshole at least once before the end of the night." He glanced over at the man on the ground, before looking back at her. "Shall we?" He waited for her answer before he strode over to the man, lifting him up like a ragdoll and tossing him over his shoulder like it was nothing. He started walking toward the warehouse distrct as if it were any normal night, even whistling a tune as he kept walking, somehow assured that she would follow.



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