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

a million was not the quota


Posted on March 15, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
South


He remembers being a little boy with hair still like brandished gold and dark eyes filled with an impish delight. His brandished gold hair would be messy, as always, a wolfish grin upon his face, even in his youth. He would stroll into the market place with his mother as she would do some of the shopping, and whenever he thought the keepers were not looking, with the same wolfish smile, he would knick some of their fruit, or their treats that he could take home to share with his little sister. He had always been that child to bound ahead of his mother, as if knowing that trouble could never reach him. Marcelo had certainly never been one to cower and shy away, but leap forward at any chance of adventure, wolfish, rugged smile knowing no other position.

A playful growl erupts from his throat as he laughs along with her. "Umm yeah, I was human before I was a were, so I enjoy human things," he says before studying her with golden amber eyes. "Dont you go to restaurants and stuff?""Don't tell me you have never had a steak before." He says. Steak was surely one of Marcelo's favorite dinners to enjoy, the rarer the better, but perhaps that was just the were in him, the jackal hungry for any scrap of meat it can get its greedy paws on.

Marcelo is finding this coyote girl to be something of a mystery. He finds her statement interesting. Maybe she had mostly been with humans before, but then, much of what else she had said wouldn't really make sense. Marcelo grows confused by her. "Well, who did you hang out with before?" He asks, pressing those cupped ears forward to catch her answer. Marcelo, for his part, has been apart of quite a few packs, it is what happens with you are immortal. The were coyotes he had lived with here in this country had been a rag tag crew, content to steal, gamble, and drink the night away. But that had been years ago, most of them were probably dead by now. And there was Marcelo: alive, young, and well, as always.

"Yeah, they were cool." Is all he says. In comparison to the amount of years that Marcelo has lived, the time with the coyotes was relatively short. Living with weres would certainly be very different than having lived with actual animals. "Anything," he agrees with something akin to a smirk upon his elongated nose. She then turns heel, telling him to follow her. Marcelo wags his tail once or twice before following right after her, the jackal near silent as he stretches out over he ground, black nose twitching as he attempts to catch the scent of whatever she had planned for them.

She catches the trail it would seem and Marcelo eagerly sniffs along with her, tail silent behind him as he concentrates. Where was she taking him? Dry ground turns to mud, but luckily the jackal's light frame keeps from from sinking in very much at all. But that is when he hears it, the sound he had often heard in the village where he had grown up. Pigs? He turns golden amber eyes to the female and gives the jackal equivalent of a shrug. "I am ready if you are," he says, showing those pearly whites. He licks his lips once before speaking again. "I know I said I love steak, but pork works out quite nicely too I would say." He gives wink of one of his eyes. "Lead us into battle, dear lady."

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Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge

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