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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 24, 2018 at 3:51 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

Usually the lupine enjoyed running. Running was always a chance for her to feel everything and nothing at all. The way the wind brushed through her thick fur was a sensational feeling. She liked how her heart beat and the pounding of her paws seemed to align themselves in a harmonizing manner. It was a favorite thing for her to do. Whenever she had the chance to run freely, she took advantage of it, preferring to run than walk to her destination. After years of being locked up or trapped within a cage it was no surprise that the she-wolf would enjoy sprinting to and fro. Though she wasn’t pleased to run right now. As a predator she was used to running, chasing something, and achieving whatever she wanted. As of right now she was in the role of the prey, running from those that wished to do...whatever it was they wanted to do. It made zero sense that the Hunters had chained her up and not kill her off right there. As far as she knew she didn’t have a price on her head. If she did then Azrael would have at least told her. They were not friends. They weren’t necessary enemies either. However, due to the bond she had with Serafina, there was a mutual understanding between herself and that blond Dark Hunter. They would help one another if needed. It wasn’t something they agreed to or spoke about. It was just a silent understanding between the two. It simply didn’t matter. Raven knew she had to get away from them.


Still groggy from waking up she attempted to reach out to her pack, trying to mentally link with one of them. It was early in the morning. Neither of them would be awake at this time. One might think her pack should be concerned about her whereabouts, especially if she didn’t come home. However, they were all grown adults. They did things without including or even telling the others. Most likely the night before she was doing something either by herself or with another. Always she told her pack where she was or what she would be doing. Maybe it was the female side of her that felt it was her responsibility to at least tell them what she was doing, and so, that might be why she wasn’t feeling any sense of concern or worry through the mental link. She wasn’t upset with her pack for not answering back. If she told them she was doing something then clearly they had no reason to worry. Sprinting through the woods and towards the clearing, the lupine could actually feel the Hunters coming onto her pretty quickly. Zig-zagging through the clearing Raven tried to get them off her tail. The sounds of their shouting only caused her to run faster doing her best to get away. When she felt one getting to close to her she snarled a warning, as she pivoted her body in the opposite direction, to try to keep them far.


As the bolas made contact with her front forelegs, she felt the sling tie around, causing the lupine to fall to the ground. With that yelp in shock her body slammed into the ground. Unable to get herself up she remained lying there, bearing her teeth as she snarled. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she watched their approach ready to use her telekinesis to take hold of their weapons. Feeling something static around her a soft whimper could be heard, as she felt a sharp twinge of pain, the electricity shooting through her entire frame. One of them was using their power to hold her down in that area and inflict pain to get her focus off. It confused her when she began to see those Dark Hunters fumble about, screaming and hollering. Their words were hardly distinguishable. It was the shadow of something larger flying above her. Blue-grey eyes widened as she watched the lion leap and attack at her assailants. Moving her body back and forth she attempted to roll herself away from lion and the two hunters, giving the other Were more room. Hearing the screams as the lion continued his assault upon the hunters she went still, waiting quietly, unsure how she was going to get out of this mess. It was when she stopped hearing their whimpers and screams did she know it was all over. Craning her head upwards she looked to see the golden-furred lion making his approach. Keeping still she watched quietly as he hooked his teeth, and chewed them off. Once she was freed she got up and began to shake off the dirt, the dust, and the leftover shock from it all. Gently her soft voice would press into his mind as she replied, allowing herself to sit in front of him.


“Thank You; that was kind of you. My name is Raven, what is your name?”


Raven Clocksworth.
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