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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.

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.243.3Posted On February 18, 2018 at 6:14 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

All she wanted to do was spend her night far from any sort of trouble. With Henry being a good trigger to help unlatch whatever control she had on her other side, it was best during the full moon to run away. Of course It was better if she was spending time with her pack. However, there was a part of her that needed to take this moment and be free from everyone and everything. Besides, it was best for the boys to bond with one another. It was important that her mate see that Henry was a good asset to their pack and not feel like he had to be in competition with him. After all her spotted companion was not very good at controlling his emotions, or even knowing how to confront them. He had to be around to see that there was no favorites and him being the ‘best’ wasn’t being threatened. Leaving the trio do whatever it was they wished allowed her the chance to let her do what she thought was best for her. Running deep within the southern woods would allow her the ability to let her other side out, and do what it wished, without harming others.


Of course not all the time did her intent ever happen. The Dark Hunter had ruined her chance to run around without being harmed, or causing harm for others. The other being inside her did not take the attack lightly. If she had been in charge she might have attached the Dark Hunter and kept him from harming her again and then leaving the scene and continue on her merry way. The primal part of her decided that it would end the Dark Hunter’s life right there, no empathic thought in that decision making. It was natural as a predator she was to eliminate the threat. Raven had no control over herself to keep her other half from ripping him apart. With the Dark Hunter shredded and left in her wake there was no need to think of anything else. The pain though. That was what she could feel, and as she moved, that dirk that was lodged between her shoulder blades, brought her much discomfort every time she moved. Irritated she slumped down to the ground rolling along her side.


Within the depths of her mind there was an argument. Raven wanted to take back the control not trusting her other half to simply run and not cause problems. Of course it wasn’t her fault that the Dark Hunter was dumb enough to attack her. Still though, the goal was to return home without any blood on her, be it from her or belonging to another. Would she even be allowed to be on her own if she continued to come back with some sort of trouble? It wasn’t the scent of the coyote that caught her attention, rather it was that voice that was invading her mind. Her dial would turn slightly to see the figure of the smaller canine. Raven attempted to take back control, but was pushed aside by the other. The bear-sized wolf growled softly, a warning to the other to not get so close. Slowly the massive creature would roll onto its feet. Shaking the snow off her dark pelt, blue-grey eyes held a hazy glow, as it narrowed down upon the coyote. The air around her was tense, the feral creature pondering on what to do with the smaller creature. The silver rays of the moon would pick up the peculiar grey markings upon her darkened pelt. No other had markings like. With a rough snort the lupine moved her dial around to investigate the object that was causing her pain and grief. Grey-trimmed ears twitched back and forth as those large jaws snapped, unable to grab the foreign weapon. Annoyed the she-wolf growled as her dial shook back and forth, the massive creature slumping to the ground again, this time focusing on cleaning her bloodied paws, the coyote ignored for now.


Raven Clocksworth.
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