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    The South

    Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    owned by Adelaide Labelle
    3 employees

    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

    Owner Adelaide Labelle

    Barkeeper Killian Carrick
    Waitress Abigail Hughes
    Waitress Elain Daray

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    Hyde Park

    Hyde Park

    Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

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    The Outskirts

    The Outskirts

    Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead50.125.74.119Posted On February 12, 2018 at 9:06 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me


Tetradore was a man swimming in guilt. Letting go, loosening up, lighten up…..they were all phrases foreign to him, concepts he had no true understanding of how to even begin doing. He could do little in the wake of that glare of those intense blue eyes, his own emerald gaze shifted away from the pair at his Vector's comment that the past was in the past. The were-King said little in spite of Malia's insistence that she had been trying to converse to the dog belonging to the property that held that very painting he desired. In fact, it wasn't until the woman's teasing purr that his attention drifted back towards them, the man rolling his eyes. "I think I can manage by myself, thank you very much." He commented, entirely determined still to find himself in the possession of that painting. His Vector's insistence that he should hardly be stealing caused a snort of derision from the were-King, though he spoke little upon it. After all, the were-King was hardly that straight arrow that he was perceived to be. Theft was nearly a norm for the man, those laws far more malleable as far as he was concerned. It was, however, Malia's rather abrupt change to sides that left the man almost speechless, that teasing wag of her tail altogether clear to him, even as his features contorted ever so slightly.

Rather than dwell upon that teasing scolding he'd received, the were-King allowed the conversation to shift to the young woman and those tears that had, moments ago, so wracked her frame. He was genuinely sorry for the young woman, the man wholly aware of what it was like to so abruptly lose your place in the world, to be denied that acceptance back home. It was not a feeling he wished on any other. It was that, surely, which caused him to so eagerly jump upon Henry's efforts to make her feel better, commenting on their ability to cry as a group. Her insistence that it was his fault that he was unable to howl in the same fashion as those lupine species, however, prompted a snort from his nose. "Hey, you never know till you let us try. Henry and I might surprise you, hm?" He inquired towards his Vector. If those cat like cries made Malia feel better, Tetradore was wholly willing to engage in such downright ridiculous antics. Thankfully, for her ears, however, Tetradore was willing to throw his attention to that very question of why they were out here in the first place.

His assessment of the feline's skills prompted the man's own sort of defensiveness, that idle comment and thud of that paw within his shoulder brought little more than a rumbling chuckling sound to his chest. His head bobbed ever so slightly in agreement. "That you are." He commented with but the barest glimpse of approval of the progress Henry had truly made. Even so, Malia seemed equally as content to tease the young panther in the same fashion, announcing that she needed to see Henry's flying skills. "Go on." Tetradore encouraged Henry, nodding towards that very tree the pair had been poised upon before finding the young woman. He had every intention of watching his Vector's attempt at that newest ability, the feline simply settling upon his haunches to watch.

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who is in control



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