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

wanna see why they call me willy? {arya}


Posted on February 26, 2019 by Zachary Williams
South


It had been days and Willy had hardly left the bay area. It was like he was swimming in circles, the shifter only going far enough out to hunt. He had yet to venture onto land, simply because he didn't want to be walking around naked, they had hidden stashes of clothing all over the coast but he couldn't remember where his family hid such things. Perhaps he should have paid more attention when good ol' dad was giving lessons. He couldn't help but regret not listening to him, his dad only getting after him because of all his tricks he played. Sighing, mentally of course, he breaches the surface barely, clearing the water from his blowhole as his eyes come out of water next, tilting to the side so he can glance at the shoreline. It wasn't busy today, though he had vanished for a few days, swimmers having noticed him several days ago. They hardly seemed threatened by him but he didn't want to chance someone coming by and well... deeming him a threat.

"Killer whales," he scoffs mentally, "Who even came up with that name? We aren't killers," he mopes to himself, submerging himself once more before he dives a bit, swimming slowly along as he takes in the coral reefs, he careful to avoid them, his gaze watching the tiny schools of fish darting out of his way. He doesn't bother, the shifter knowing it wouldn't fill his empty stomach, and he was not desperate yet enough to shift and find a trash can somewhere. The thought of it makes him cringe, the whale batting his tail hard once to move quicker through the water. He knew if he wanted to hunt, he needed to go farther out to sea and yet, Willy was still unwilling to do such a thing, almost worried he might not find land again. It was better to stay in an area where the pod frequented, they would be looking for him... hopefully. Yet, the pod, being all shifters, still used their most primal instincts, migrating when they needed to and they even feel into the typical breeding seasons too. So, even if they didn't come around again this year, they would be back next year.

A whole year. Alone. It was going to destroy him.

He's pulled from his mopey thoughts by a flash of gray, his instincts causing him to whip around, giving chase. He loses the flash of movement for a moment before the figure darts from behind and rock and begins to swim like crazy, weaving in between the coral. It only finally registers that this flash of grey was food. A seal at that! How he got so lucky, he wasn't sure as he explodes forward, his massive body surprisingly graceful under water as he gives chase, excitement swelling in his body, or perhaps that was the lack of food... either way, Willy was hungry and he was going to catch his lunch.

Zachary Williams

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