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

be careful making wishes in the dark


Posted on May 21, 2020 by xavier blackthorne
South



The power that seems to emanate from the witch is enthralling. It had been quite some time since Thorne had tasted such a thing, the essence and flavor of a person and their powers always coloring his senses for hours afterwards. Sometimes he likened himself to a vampire. He could leech their powers away without the aftertaste of copper. Yes, being him was much more pleasurable than being any vampire. He could enjoy the finer tastes in life with the exception of one thing. One thing that apparently Vhalla coveted more often than not. Thorne can smell it - the faint scent of alcohol that lingers on her skin, oozing from her pores.

It is no wonder the witch seems in such a hurry. He can smell the coffee in the distance, the coffee shop being one of the places that had caught his eye upon first arriving. Living immortally meant that he had been fortunate enough to savor the changes in this lifetime. Coffee readily available to all and well made at that.

Nonetheless, coffee holds no candle to the desire for her power. He trails behind her, stalking her with the grace of a feline, an easy smile on his face for those around him even as he hastens to close the distance, to reach out...

The witch spins and Xavier comes to an abrupt halt as her fire explodes between them. The flames reach out, singing the bottom of his shirt, and while he leans his upper body back, his silver eyes seem to glow as they stare at the flames ravenously. The air tastes burnt. What would her power taste like? Ashes in his blood? Fire in his veins? Would it burn him from the inside out as it seemed to do with her, smoke emerging from her like a dragon.

"Can I not be one and also want the other?" The words come out carelessly, a rogue grin on his face, devilish. There is an intensity to Thorne as he stares at her, avarice limning his eyes. His voice is suave, lilting in it's own way. "What a firecracker you are, darling, but I don't think you'll be doing any gutting in your state." He sniffs the air discretely, giving her a mocking smile, brow rising. "Besides, what would these lovely people think about a witch gutting someone in the streets like some common butcher? Hm," he humphs carelessly, slouching back. "I don't think even a vampire mayor can save one such as us if violence is so blatant." Thorne pauses, cocking his head slightly, waiting to see how riled she might get by his blithe statements. "Still, I can't help but to oblige a lady. If you still feel up to burning me after a morning pick-me-up, I will gladly wait for you."

And if that meant stealing a touch and stealing some of that power, well, he could do that too.
Xavier Blackthorne
be careful making wishes in the dark



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