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 June 18, 2020 by xavier blackthorne
South


There were many types of supernaturals that Xavier had met over his rather long lifetime. The kind that pitied themselves for such a long-suffering life without the feeling of completion. Those were the kinds that look on mortals with a sense of awe, as if they were precious. They were not, Thorne thought - they were just weak. He had once been weak, but he was smart enough to figure out how to become stronger. There was no way that Thorne had ever regretted his change of circumstances. The power that chased through his veins after a fill was intoxicating. The dominion over those unwitting enough to be caught in his trap even more satisfying.

Then there were the kinds of supernaturals that let their power become them. As Vhalla snarls at him, her feminine face scrunched up in a very unladylike manner, Thorne smirks. She, he thinks, is one of them. Her flames have consumed her on the inside. Fire was madness and fury. It destroyed and devastated. Vhalla's pale eyes seemed to mimic the dance of fire. Yes, she was living flame.

He could snuff that out.

She hisses back at him, obviously offended at his endearment, to which he lifts a brow sardonically at her. He had been told that his rolling accent was alluring to women and the use of such names seemed a turn on, considering modern men were more likely to call their women 'dudes' and 'baby.' There was something much more fetching about darling and my lady than either of those words. Thorne perks up a bit, his slouched demeanor straightening slightly as his eyes narrow. "And here I thought we had made it to the twenty-first century where women were not cattle to be owned. Hmm, I must have forgotten the time," he snickers back at her, though his words are seeking, his eyes just as penetrating.

Apparently he had surprised the witch with his statement. As she looks at him like he might be the dumbest creature he ever met, Thorne offers a wide grin to her, daring. "I was rather suggesting that I go with you to get coffee." He pauses, giving a shrug before sliding past her, careful not to touch her though the desire is there. The taste of her power... he can smell it in the air. Burning, scorching....

"Only to make sure the other patron's don't incur your wrath, darling. Caffeine hangovers are rough and wouldn't want a little mortal to get in your way, now would we?" He turns, walking backwards slowly as he stares at her with a challenge on his face. "I'm Thorne by the way. You coming?"

Xavier Blackthorne
be careful making wishes in the dark



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