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

some unquenchable desire


Posted on April 25, 2020 by Tenebrae
South



Tonight the moon aches. He feels in in the spaces about his soul, where night tumbles on, endlessly. Tenebrae feels the twinge of it, as if there is twine between him and the moon as she slips and sets herself to fall.

He keeps away from the busy streets, where laughter and music are a symphony. Even from here, where the city is a landscape of lights and colour, he can hear the chatter of the city. He can hear the roar of an engine, the squealing clack of an escaping train.

He stops by the lake, swans drift like splashes of white. Beneath the magic of the midnight moon the water turns quicksilver bright. It all seems quiet here, except for the laughter of those gathered. A bonfire crackles merrily in the center of the gathered group. Ten does not turn to look, but he hears the way it hisses as he steps closer, closer to the water's edge.

The water pushes up to meet him as he crouches down upon the bank. Reaching out across the surface, the lake seems to sing a siren song. But it is hushed, just a whisper that slips like a swansong through his ears. The water is cold when he dips his fingers in, still it holds the vestiges of frigid winter nights.

He looks up into the space between the stars, where endless black draws him up, up, up. The stars are plentiful tonight and the smoke from the fire rises to meet them. Still the gathering laugh and the small meadow smells of alcohol and midnight merriment.

Shadows breathe out beneath his fingers, spreading across the silver surface of the lake. It falls into satin darkness and the moonlight groans. Rising, the Hunter shucks off his leather coat, peeling his shirt off over his head, tonight was too good to waste not swimming. Alcohol hums in his veins and his eyes glow silver-bright, lit by the moon he swallows down with a smile.



Tenebrae

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