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
i put you first and you adored it
Posted on March 22, 2020 by henry tudor
His panther still felt foreign, like a new pair of shoes that wasn't fully broken in. Everyone said it would get better in time. Tetradore assured him that when he and his panther finally became one, it would feel like a perfect fit. Part of the issues was Henry's inability, no his choice, to not completely give in. He still fought, still tried to control the beast within him instead of just being one with it. Henry didn't trust his panther and his panther certainly didn't trust him. It was a relationship, the two of them still working out the kinks and still working at creating a partnership with one another. It would take time but already Henry had made good strides.
His attention was fully on Nadya, feeling the way her body brushed against his own in greeting. He nestled his head against her, extending the same sort of greeting. Briefly he wondered what Tet would say when he came home smelling like his sister. The fact that he was shifting with another pack might piss the man off. But there as a part of him that simply didn't care.
As she took off into the forest, he pounced forward, his limbs working in tandem trying to keep up with her pace. Thankfully she slowed down a little bit when she knew he was following close behind her. He heard her thoughts deep within his mind, a sensation that he was still not used to. Talking in this sense still felt foreign, but he supposed it was a fact of life. "My grandfather taught me to fly fish when I was younger, but I haven't been fishing since I was a boy." Once he was older, he got sucked into the wrong crowd. He chose drugs and alcohol over fishing. When his grandfather died, there was no motivation to fish so he never went.
As they came upon the stream, Henry was thankful that she was no longer producing the same pheromones as before. His thoughts were cloudy and unsure. At least now he felt like he could make sense of his surroundings. He moved to the edge of the bank, looking down at the swift moving water. He could see the bass and trout swimming in the stream. She seemed to understand the thoughts in his head before he could even think of them. Hunting had always been a turn off to him. Not so much because of the taste of blood, but more about his fear of losing control. He didn't want his panther to taste the hunt and then want more. "Unfortunately, I'm accustomed to the taste of blood." There had been so much blood when he had attacked Sterling. So much blood. His body had been covered in it, his gums were stained red. Yes, he knew the taste of blood - well, not so much himself but his panther sure did. The memories came flooding back and it had to shake his head to find clarity again.
As Nadya sat herself down on the edge of the bank, she asked him if he was ready. He sighed. "Not really, but I have a feeling you're not taking no for an answer today." She was hellbent on teaching him to hunt and he was hellbent on resisting. What a pair they were. "Will your brother be mad that it's not him teaching me to hunt?" knowing Tet, he probably wouldn't be happy. Then again, the man was probably so fucking tired of Henry's resistance. He hated being a disappointment to everyone, but he just wasn't sure of himself anymore.