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

you're my water you're my wine


Posted on March 05, 2017 by malek ackerman
South

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



The vampire had been in Sacro for months and never once had he thought to take a stroll on the beach. Tonight, was different, tonight he needed to be away from the crowds of people, away from alcohol, he simply wanted to be alone. Though, he was typically a rather happy go lucky immortal, there were still days where he wanted nothing more to become a part of the earth, to fade away from this existence. Malek had assumed every immortal felt this way at times, and he had lived far longer than most, had seen too much, the vampire had the notion he would like to tear those steely gray eyes from his sockets.

A suicidal vampire is not what downtown Sacro needed right now.

Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he ducks his head into the collar. To most, he looked as if he were fighting of the chill that coated the air but most supernatural creatures knew that vampires didn't feel the cold. Still, he snuggles down, taking comfort in his jacket as he walks along the beach, the sand becoming far more packed the closer he waltzed to the surf. When a gust of wind, so powerful, slams into him, Malek staggers backwards, his hands ripping from their pockets. Halting in his tracks, he scans the sand in front of him, the sound of struggle so blatant he's honestly surprised no one else hears her.

Oh, that's right, vampire super hearing.

Picking up his pace, he rushes forward to see a woman struggling rather valiantly against a man twice her size, her arms held above her head. As the vampire approaches, he notes the tornado barreling towards the crowd, just before Malek interferes, tackling the attacker to the ground. The man swings at the vampire before Mal simply bares his teeth and hisses at him in such an animalistic way, the attacker's blood drains from his face and he races away. "That was easier than I expected," he mutters to himself, that English accent coloring his lyrics as he brushes the sand from his pants.

Turning, he feels another gust of wind ram into him, but this time the Englishman is prepared. Narrowing his eyes to shield from the sand, he hurries his way to the woman, her eyes an interesting shade of white. He could only assume she was the one controlling the storm that threatened to take out this side of the city. Crouching down next to her, he lifts a large hand and places it on her shoulder, watching her for a moment, concern etched into his features. "You're okay! He's gone now!" he shouts over the storm, gripping her shoulder a touch tighter to snag her attention.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.

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