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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

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Posted on May 18, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
Residences


I feel safer with the wolf than I have with anyone else, her sense of understanding drawing me closer where I would be on the verge of running from anyone else. I can see from her scars that she has been through much and it seems that we share a history in that our fathers were not the kindest. She aims to show her understanding when she touches my side but my own instincts to protect myself override the feeling of safety, making my body tense instantly. She lifts her head as if trying to eleviate my tension but when she ducks her head, I tilt my own, curiosity shining in my eyes as if why she seems ashamed. What does she have to be ashamed for? She didn't do anything wrong. The pain is just too raw for me to relax just yet.

The wolf lets me study her almost as if that's her apology and I take hold of the opportunity with a fervor, having never been able to do such a thing before. When I'm done memorizing her scent and studying her, she rises to her feet, once again showing her sheer size. When she shifts back to the curly haired woman from the cafe, I find it only polite to shift as well, though I'm not talented enough to know how to shift with clothes on. She ducks her head instantly, as if not wanting to look at my naked form and once again I tilt my head, curious of this gesture. In my pack, it was the norm for naked men and women to be walking around right after shifting. Sure, they would go put on clothes when they get to their house but it was never something to make others look away.

At her question, I blink a few times. She doesn't think I should walk around like this, I guess. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen any humans walking around naked as if they just shifted so I guess here, things are different about that. I start feeling a little self conscious now, ducking my own head as if ashamed. At her suggestion to shift back, I nod.

"Okay."

When she mentions carrying me, I feel a short blaze of indignation because it reminded me of that boy who scooped me up out of nowhere. I shake my head.

"I won't get tired, promise."

I may be scared of mostly everything but I do have my dignity. Weres do not get carried. It is the ultimate insult to pick up another Were when they're in their shifted form. From the ones I've seen since coming here, it seems like you couldn't pick any of them up if you tried but I do no want the indignation of being carried around like a purse. I hope I didn't offend her because somehow I know she was only trying to be nice so I offer a small smile before I shift back, staring up at her with blue gold eyes as I wag my tail to let her know I'm ready. I can see that she's still bothered by the whole naked thing so I wonder if next time I need to go somewhere else before I shift back and find some clothes. I'd hate to make her uncomfortable again.

She turns around and goes to exit the alley, looking to make sure I'm following. I stay right at her side as she starts walking down the sidewalk, noting the way she ducks her head and tries not to bring attention to herself. It's exactly how I walk so my eyes beam with understanding, more willing than ever to follow her now. It's a long walk but we make it to a small neighborhood with little lighting. I wonder vaguely what kind of people live here, surprise flickering in my eyes when she stops and turns to unlatch a gate. So this is where she lives. I stop and wait for her to open the gate, curiosity making my gaze sweep all over the house and yard, as if looking for lurkers. The girl lets me in and slams the gate behind me, causing me to jump a little. As she opens the door, motioning for me to go in, I hesitate but a second before I walk slowly into the house, my nose twitching constantly as I try to detect all the scents of this place.

I hear her murmur behind me and I turn back to face her. I wag my tail as if to tell her that I like it even though I'm more jumpy in here than I was outside. It's the idea of closed spaces that makes me nervous, wondering if we're truly alone in here. When the girl looks back at me, she points down a hallway and I look that way, figuring she wants me to go there to shift back so she doesn't have to be uncomfortable again. I look back at her and nod to let her know I understand, listening with pricked ears as she tells me what door to go to for clothes. Turning back to the hall, I hesitate, wondering what could be at the end but before I walk away, I turn back to her, reaching out to gently brush my cold wet nose against her leg. It is a thank you gesture, something to let her know that I appreciate what she's done for me.

Only then do I turn back to the hallway and slowly venture down it toward the room she was talking about. I find the third door and slowly crack it open with my nose, glancing back down the hall at her once last time before I gather my courage and push the door open more and slink in. Once inside, I check all the corners but see no movement, my nose twitching as I try to catch all the scents. When I find nothing disarming, I finally sigh and shift back, going to the dresser. I pick out a plain blue tshirt and some jeans, slipping them on before I head back down the hallway. I peek around corners, unsure of what I'm going to come across but I smile in reassurance when I see the girl by the stove. She seems to be cooking so I wait patiently in a corner, trying not to let the smell of food set my stomach off.

I watch with rapt attention as the girl places the plates on table and gestures to me, saying that she wanted food when she was alone. I am speechless at first, unsure of how to answer before finally I nod.

"Thank you."

I can see that this is a friendly gesture of someone trying to gain my trust so I smile shyly and slowly sit down at the table. I wait until she sits down too before I start eating. Wanting to offer her something in exchange for her kindness, it hits me that we never exchanged names. I swallow what I'm chewing before looking at her.

"My name is Alexis."







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