South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

raven; bound at every limb by my shackles of fear


Posted on June 09, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
South

isolt griffin
She ran until she could run no further. Ran until the cords of fine muscle in her legs simply and effectively refused to support her lithe frame any longer... ran until every quivering fiber of her body demanded that she cease, demanded that she fall. And fall she did, unto the soft moss that ran as a carpet against the damp forest floor, her blood-stained fingers twisted into the earthen loam, her quaking legs collapsing beneath her slender body as she curled in upon herself in a movement that was abjectly fetal. Defeated, Isolt laid her head against the callous bark of one of the many towering wooden totems that comprised this veritable supernatural stomping ground, a place she had rarely been wont to go before.

But now... now she could think of no other place to go. There was truly no other place where she might find some sanctuary, some salvation from this damnable nightmare. Her body, her mind were no longer her own, they were as foreign to her as if she had never known them, every part of her a treason against the reality she had believed in... the reality she had known. This was surely not her reality. It could not have been, the idea a heinous and otherworldly thing, for even as her lips pressed tightly against the cylindrical lengths of her canines, her mind fought against the idea of their existence. Fought against the memories that played in a vivid, horrific, unending loop upon the stage of her mind's eye. A woman with fangs sharpened and poised, promising the terror that was to come; a man with eyes of the deepest emerald, and a conman's smile meant only to lure her, to draw her in.

Anguish overcomes her then, a breathless and pitiful sob echoing against the foliage of the abandoned wood... followed by another, and another. Only but a moment passes before the young woman is overcome entirely by the sobs that ricochet throughout her entire frame, her body coiling inwards still further upon itself. Lines of deep crimson pool at the rims of her dazzling blue eyes, thick ribbons of blood tracing their squalid, phantom heat down the deathly pallor of her cheeks. Her cries are muffled, however, by the deafening roar of thunder as it rumbles overhead, slender fingers of lightening etching their way across the slowly churning sky. Rain follows suit, heavy droplets pummeling all that lay below. The crumpled redhead cares naught, though, for the downpour as it soaks into every fiber that swaths her; two slender hands come up to coil into deep crimson locks. And beneath all of the celestial raucous, her deep and mournful sobs could barely be heard...


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