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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.

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::101.168.85.60Posted On September 28, 2014 at 2:52 AM by Tobias


He simply moves to nod in response to her question, affirming indeed that he will permit the vixen to play with Birdie when she should so choose, content merely in her acknowledgement and acceptance of his ownership royal in this regard. He is primitive, perhaps, in so many of his understandings and yet the boy is controlled near entirely by his own animalistic instinct and urges, driven to secure ownership of his pack and his females within, this same single-minded, animalistic ability having led to his numerous nights with Nadya, the boy simply responding as nature entirely deems he should have although perhaps he needn’t have been nearly so rough as he was- inexperience perhaps to blame within that department. For now however the submissive actions of a creature whom he believes to be beneath himself have seemingly settled his often disgruntled nature as he proceeds to lose interest in the ice-cream entirely, finding himself highly partial to the taste and yet entirely displeased with it’s ability to evaporate. Ice-cream, he thinks, is a clever food and one he is determined to outsmart at a later date- his interest now returned to the woman herself. He likes the fox, enjoys her company, her more submissive nature appealing to him along with her general willingness to simply follow and do as she was told, the boy taking great delight in commanding others, despite his obvious lack of ability in so many regards.

Her sudden outburst sees his own eyes narrow, watching the woman from beneath lashings of dark hair, her words spoken quickly, difficult for his mind to attempt to perceive and yet he has heard them before, mind connecting such things Birdie having spoken in much the same way and yet he offers little more than a shrug in response the boy either uncaring or uninterested any longer- his childish mind so readily distracted as it seems a new idea has fixated within his mind. Her gesture of surrender merely sees his head tilt off to one side in a dog-like fashion, mind evidently attempting to puzzle out such an action before he suddenly moves to repeat it, mimicking to woman right back, content to perform this gesture several times over for seemingly no reason at all, merely committing it to memory perhaps before abruptly stepping forward.

“Come.”

His voice shifts slightly now, a near perfect mimic of Tetradore’s command whenever it is the Panther desires the Leopard follow him, the word offered now to Pretty in much the same manner, clearly desiring she follow him now as he seems content to lead them back towards the west.

-continued at West-



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