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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.

as we lie in fields of gold60.229.56.189Posted On January 23, 2018 at 12:13 AM by Rixon Leifsson

we built this city on broken glass

How easily that ability for carnage came back to him. How easy it was to simply release any and all effort for control in those precarious moments as he came upon that crowd of people. The scent of Nadya’s blood alone was enough to ensure his rage and yet that very desire to protect what was surely his own burned with an equal fervor within the man. It was this very destruction he had been created for, in a sense. The stallion no longer caring to uphold that facade of good temperment- although that near eerie calm remain all the same. Each movement precise and sure as those heavily feathered hooves lunged across that frozen space, his head tilting as his jaws parted to seize the throat of the first unsuspecting hunter. Perhaps he lacked those pointed canines of a true predator and yet his sheer power was enough to see that throat punctured, the fully grown man tossed like a rag doll as that flesh peeled away before his body was dumped in a bloodied pile upon the earth. The second Hunter forced to endure that onslaught off his affinity for temperature. That man felled without so much as a glance before Frost made his way to Nadya alone- his equine form melting away to leave the man barefooted and in jeans alone.

His gaze lifted briefly from that trap to meet the eyes of his girlfriend, assuring himself that this was her only wound before that heat was summoned to his hands, that metal melting away beneath that touch. Frost reaching then for that wound with that same silent, methodical ease. Her pleas ignored for now. His mind focused and wholly determined on returning her to that pristine state she deserved to be in. That pain lanced through his own limb brought that sharp intake of breath to his own lips. He could feel that flesh parting as that wound erupted within it, blood rushing to the surface to soak his own jeans and yet the skin on Nadya’s own leg had already begun to close and heal. God that pain. It had been….years since he had felt anything like that. His disdain for those hunters only growing as he near spun in place to exact that magic upon that still living hunter now. If he had been the man who had caused it then he could be the man who would suffer it. A fitting punishment to his own mind. That screaming suddenly filling the air as that wound was passed on a final time, his own flesh mercifully closing over as the Hunter’s tore itself apart from the inside out leaving the man near wailing in response.

With a final glance to Nadya the stallion rose effortlessly to his feet then, his now healed limb easily supporting him as he reached down to grasp the back of the Hunter’s shirt, hauling him upwards and in front of Nadya now. That utter lack of emotion for that being within his hands surely clear and yet there was little in Frost prone to kindness when those he desired to keep safe had been threatened. That Hunter would hardly have spared his girlfriend or her children had he been given the chance. Frost not near weak-willed enough to permit mercy and yet- this one was Nadya’s own to deal with. That retribution her own to have. Frost merely holding him before her for that final judgement of sorts.

He could hardly help that faint simper of sorts that traced his lips in response to that sudden stream of blood that began to run freely from the Hunter’s nose and ears. He hardly took pleasure in death, rather, he took pleasure in a punishment fairly given. Those screams finally shut off by that embrace of death itself as Frost merely dropped that body to the floor in an unceremonious heap in the wake of Nadya’s power. His arms reaching out just in time to catch her as she wavered. Frost content to allow her to lean against him now and keep her on her feet as her weakened body desperately attempted to fight that struggle between a need for warmth and rest. Her skin was cool against his own. Too cool. That affinity for temperature was once more readily summoned, Frost pressing that warmth into Nadya’s own naked figure. Heating the woman gently then and aiming to chase away that chill as he so silently struggled to bring down that very adrenaline that near boiled within his blood all the same. That sudden mention off his name seeing his gaze press downward.


It was almost grounding, in a fashion, the simple sound of her voice and yet it took that stallion several moments to process that request. The children still hiding in the scrub bush a short distance away. He continued to simply hold the woman for a few seconds longer before shifting just enough to allow her to lean against that nearest tree just in case she found herself incapable of standing. Frost pausing then to glance down at the bodies of those hunters. If they were his children alone then perhaps he would have allowed them to see what remained of those men. The world was a harsh place and the sooner they learned it, the better, at least in his own opinion. Understanding death a concept that stallion deemed important and yet he doubted readily that Nadya might agree. The woman...soft with them and yet, were not all mothers like that? They needed that tenderness as much as they needed that firmness in turn.

“I will fetch them in a moment, can you stand?”

It was only once he was assured she could that one hand reached down to grasp the ankle of the first dead man, his other hand grasping the arm of the other, Frost proceeding to drag those bodies from the path and deeper into the forest and its sheltered trees. The stallion hauling those bodies until they were out of sight before crossing back onto that path. That pack bond that connected him to Micah and Isabella in turn readily seeing the man move towards them. The children huddled together a short distance away and concealed by that bracken as Frost knelt down, his fingers reaching out to brush against the back of Micah’s arm. The boys stirring seeming to rouse his sister in turn, both children staring up at him as if momentarily dazed before that grin found Isabella’s features. That small simper finding his own as he held his hands out, allowing each child to take one before helping them to their feet and leading them back toward their waiting Mother.

“Don’t worry, the Hunter’s are gone now. Come along, your Mother is waiting. Gentle now, she is tired.”

He released their hands the moment they were back on the path, letting them run that short distance to where Nadya rested, his voice easy and decidedly calm as he spoke to those cubs. Frost eyeing those hunters concealed further away in the bush. He would destroy those bodies alter tonight, once the children slept and before the Council could find them. Frost pausing a short distance to the side then to allow Nadya to fuss over the children he had already assured himself wer safe before at least reaching for her himself, her chin tilted delicately upward as his lips pressed to her own. The stallion glancing briefly down as he broke that kiss- the sound of giggling seeing him glance down to those children then.

“Oh, you think kissing is funny do you? Perhaps I shall do it again?”

That simper found his lips once more, Frost affording Nadya that second kiss if only to make those children giggle again. Isabella playfully grabbing at his arm as he chuckled softly against his girlfriends lips. That seriousness finding him once more.

“Do you want me to take you home? I know we had plans for tonight but if you can’t ride we can do it another night.”



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