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

and the dreams that you dreamed of once in a lullaby


Posted on July 06, 2017 by amelia marek
South



The maternal hormones that coursed through her body were proving rather difficult for her to control her natural abilities. It was as if her senses were sharp...but not in the way they used to be. She used to be able to tell her own species from others and when she was around humans, she could tell their blood type with only a whiff. But ever since she fell pregnant, all she could seemingly smell was Troy or O- blood. She couldn't fathom why her child wanted O negative blood...only that it did. Amelia never bothered keeping a donor around that was O negative because she had never wanted that blood type. But now, now she kept a donor on staff who ate mostly fish. The combination was usually repulsive and somehow, she craved it.

So naturally, it wasn't a surprise that she didn't immediately recognize the girl as being vampire. However, when she turned to look at her and flash her fangs, it almost looked as though she was trying to scare her. While she found the girl's answer rather eerie, she said nothing about it.

When the little girl make the connection that she was also vampire, Amelia nodded her head softly. Immediately she clutched her cloak a little tighter over her abdomen, trying to nonchalantly hide the baby bump that was too large to be hidden. She would try to hide it anyway, knowing that her secret could get herself and her baby killed if it fell into the wrong hands.

She watched the child stand and brush off her dress, the light breeze taking the particles of sand and slowly bringing them to settle with the rest. At her question, Amelia shrugged. "I can't say that I've played in a very long time." She couldn't even remember the last time she engaged herself in a childhood game. It would probably have to be when she was nothing but a human child.

However, as Amelia stood here, she realized that she hadn't even bothered to introduce herself to the girl. At least when she was growing up, she was always taught to be weary of strangers. Perhaps she should practice what she preached and at least introduce herself to the girl. "My name is Amelia." She didn't bother with a last name or any other specifics. The less this girl knew about her condition, the better.



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