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.

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

losing my way


Posted on January 18, 2018 by Damon Marcello
South


Any other day and time, Damon might have even felt a little bad for Malek, being out of place here with strangers, just trying to hang out with the girl he likes that happens to be Damon's coven mate. But with everything happening, he could care less about Malek. Another day they could get to know each other and maybe become friends, but not today. Today it was all he could do to string words together in conversation when his mind, his body, his very heart clung only to the hope that he would have Isolt in his arms once more. As if off at a distance, he heard Malek say that he was a good tracker. He also heard it like a whisper when Malek said he thought the coven was a myth. He made a noise somewhere between a growl and a grunt, the only sign that he heard him. The New Eden was anything but a myth no matter how Damon wished in this moment that they were. The only words that managed to get through to him was when Malek asked why they wanted Isolt. The growl turned into a full on snarl as he curled his lips and all but lunged at Malek, his eyes wide and menacing. It was easy to see he was not in the right state of mind right now.

"Do you think I fucking KNOW why they decided it would be her?! I don't know but does that help us at all right now? No! It doesn't..." His fangs extended in his rage and he used them to bite down into his bottom lip before he told Malek to shut the fuck up if he couldn't say something of use. He tasted his own blood and closed his eyes, trying to focus on breathing. His whole body was trembling as he tried to control himself. He heard the rest of what Malek said about Yumi being taken and he shook his head vigorously, opening his eyes only to look down at his shoes because he felt if he looked directly at anyone right now, he might unleash one of his powers and they weren't the enemy right now. He had to keep telling himself that. "I've seen the prophecy in at least twenty different languages and interpretations and there was nothing about another vampire, or anyone else that was needed. Just a red headed vampire and whole hell of a lot of witch power." He didn't even look up to see that Malek was talking to Tetradore. All of it sounded like garble to him right now anyway.

When Malek teased about going on a hunt, Damon growled again. "No one says you have to be here if you'd rather be doing something else." He snarled. By this time, pretty much any time anyone spoke, he was so rattled and restless that the words all but scratched along his skin like nails on a chalkboard. It grated him, making him chew on his bottom lip that much more and taste yet more slick blood. Malek said something about being a distraction and manipulating pheromones. He turned his back on Malek, all but dismissing him and choosing not to answer on that. He heard Tetradore's voice somewhere along the line, his head tilting just enough to listen though he kept staring at his hands as he fisted and unfisted his fingers, again and again, like he was pumping a stress ball. He was so anxious, he felt he could combust at any moment. They needed to be moving, doing something, ANYTHING. Tetradore seemed to have a plan, saying he knew where some witches were and asked about using Malek's ability. Only then did Damon turn back to them, his gaze only looking to Tetradore though. His gaze was both intense and distant, as if he was looking right through him.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go." Without waiting for an answer, he shouldered past both men, heading toward the Mustang that only reminded him that much more of Isolt and what they shared. His eyes burned as he got in the driver's seat. He wasn't even sure if the other two felt safe with him behind the driver's wheel in his current state but he wasn't about to wait around while they debate it. He knew he couldn't just sit as a passenger right now. He needed to be doing something or he'd completely lose his mind. At least by driving, he was getting that much closer to an answer, that much closer to Isolt. He started the engine and revved it, his only way of demanding the other two make up their minds quick and get in or get out of the way. He would find a witch no matter if he had to bust up all the covens he knew of in Sacrosanct. One way or another, he was getting her back. There was no other way.

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