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

so have you got the g u t s [El]


Posted on September 22, 2015 by a n i m a l
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There was a chill that lingered throughout the forest that had little to do with the brisk Autumn weather.

Like wisps of thin, raspy breath, the morning fog stretched slowly throughout the trees â€" its misty grasp hovering in the shallows of the forest entrance while its body lay thick and hidden further in. It traveled past the thinner trees, weaving and snaking its way into the thick mass of the forest's belly yet it did not seem to dissipate or thin. It sat there, thick and heavy in all its eerie grace, beckoning any prying wanderer into the grasp of its ghostly maze.

The forest was vast. Beautiful in its own right to the blind eye, but there came a point where even the supernatural began to question just how long they'd been prowling and where exactly they might be. There was always a turning point â€" a feeling in one's gut where they knew that, perhaps, they had wandered too far. Would they be able to find their way back? How long had they been walking? Was anyone else out here? Like petty prey that had wandered into a beautifully deceiving web, it never took long before they realized the danger of proceeding forward...but by then they had already alerted the spider within. Coiled. Waiting. Patient.

The fog seemed to seep further into those dreary depths beyond the body of the forest itself, sinking inwards in a lulling, dangerous pull. It beckoned past the veil of fog â€" past the mask of its intent and further, deeper into the parts that so very few wandered. The silence that lingered was deadly. Not a single bird chirped. No squirrel clambered up trees. There was no wind. Simply... silence.

It was a haven as much as it was dangerous bait. It was the desired protection of his solace that kept the wise at bay, for a beast's den lay ahead whose occupant took unkindly to being disturbed. Yet he hungered for the desperate souls that wandered so eagerly into his clearing â€" a large, unnatural circle that lacked the growth of trees. Even the fog did not enter the circle and hovered around it instead. It was covered in short, wild grass and patches of small blue flowers that had no scent. In the middle there was a single fairy ring: a mushroom circle that seemed to pop up in the very middle of the clearing. Nothing more. Except, perhaps, an ominous presence that seemed very much awake.

have you no idea that you're in this deep?
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week

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