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

up on the sun playing drums with a bleached bone


Posted on February 15, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
South




There is an almost wolffish smile all over that jackal face of his. Those normally dark chocolate eyes shine a bright gold out from that canine, foxlike face of his. He certainly would be a strange sight here in Sacrosanct. At least for the coyote before him it would seem. Jackals were not exactly native to this part of the world. Marcelo certainly wasn't complaining about being special and different, the boy had never minded standing out and receiving any sort of attention. Especially of the female variety. Marcelo had a big head, and lived under the delusion that he was far more important than he actually was.

She laughs, rolling those eyes of hers and Marcelo finds his own sort of jackal laughing hitting through his teeth in response to her. She rolls her eyes, but there is a smirk, and Marcelo thinks in that moment that it was a small victory. He follows her eyes with his own of gold, noting they drift in the direction of where the rabbit had gone. "Getting hungry and having second thoughts about interrupting my hunt?" He jests in good nature. But then she says how she would rather have venison. "I think I would rather have steak," he says with a toothy smile of sorts. "Rare," he says, licking his lips, just thinking about the taste.

"You okay?" He questions the coyote as he takes a step backwards. Marcelo may love to hit on women (in human or were form) but he wasn't about to push himself onto a lady or make them entirely uncomfortable. He was raised in a time long, long ago, and there was still some of those old time, proper manners still engrained within him.

The were boy tilts his head in the were girl's direction. Who had never heard of a jackal before? How strange. Those ear atop his head swivel back and forth for a moment as he thinks about what they were related to. Jackals were from Africa, and frankly, he was sure on the entire evolutionary history of the animals. But, as those golden eyes looked to the female before him, and Marcelo recalls his time spent with the were coyotes here in this country, he decides to nod. "Yeah, sort of, probably closer than anything else I would say," he says, thinking perhaps this is an acceptable answer. "I lived with some were coyotes for a little while and there wasn't really any difference between us," he says, and the weres he had lived with had been pretty strict to their animal nature.

With the coyote's next words though, this is where Marcelo's interest was certainly peeked. "What did you have in mind?" And if on cue, his stomach grumbles as a growl finds his throat. "I am ready for anything."
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge

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