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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.
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.
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'.
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.
ice, ice baby
Posted on December 14, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
 Nadya Tetradore had so far proven to be far more valuable then he had perhaps first anticipated, if only for the fact she was one of the very few whom failed to snap and crumble beneath his icy stare and coolly spoken words that so often saw others recoil from the dominance that so exudes from his form, a dominance perhaps, that she too is given to match, resulting in a rarely found equality- at least for a few moments. She was a quick witted little thing, one he has already begun to believe is vastly underestimated, if not underappreciated by this apparent brother of hers and really, it is a shame to waste such an amusing creature on men whom seem not to appreciate what a rare find a women with a backbone actually is. A strong willed female after all is nearly as useful as she is irritating if allowed to much...leash and yet treated in just the right way a strong women can be a rather useful asset, Nadya reminding him to some extent of Crow, the both of them seeming to hunger for far more then their lot in life had so far allowed them to achieve and yet how much he truly desired to help either of them remained to be seen. Frost, after all, is hardly a generous creature, unwilling to give without a little take and as such his thoughts remain silent for now, focused instead upon the dark-haired feline beside him as she spoke of a second....Second. "Two Seconds? Why do you permit your own rank to be shared? Unless of course this other Second is stronger than you and you fear placing your strength against his own for fear of defeat." The words are carefully chosen as so many of his phrases are, tossed against the slender female like loosely scattered barbs across the earth, aiming to pierce at her armour a little should she be careless enough to tread upon them, his growing...interest in her hardly assures her immunity from the cunning workings of his mind however. Her offhanded comment in regards to her role within her pack brought little more then a passing simper to his lips before the fine Italian leather of his boots paused upon the sidewalk and before the store, the woman's evident ability to gauge his own curiosity intriguing within itself, so carefully dodging his more pointed question in regards to her cravings so late at night- such a thing generally given to indicate only one such state and yet for now he is content to allow her to at least believe she has achieved victory upon such a topic, allowing it to pass as her sarcasm once more coaxes the ghost of a simper to his lips somewhere beneath that thick mane of hair. "Horse shoulder is a tough meat, more tendon then flesh. You would be far better off seeking the meatier areas. I suggest the ass." Shoulders roll in an easy shrug, the faintest tinge of humour lacing the coolly spoken words that drift towards her upon the smooth baritone of his words, the man offering a rarely seen glimpse of the eyes beneath that snowy hair as she speaks, deep violet gaze meeting her own as the woman fails into a momentary silence- a reaction to which he is not wholly unfamiliar with, his gaze unusual even amongst his own kind, a mutation rarely seen and often hidden beneath the forelock that falls so readily back into place as she tucks the money within the hidden confines of her bra. He moves to recline easily against the nearest street lamp, one long leg folding over the other as he waited for the woman to return. She seemed almost disenchanted with her current pack, such information stored neatly within his mind to be considered later, one eye lifting beneath that pale hair at the sight of the chocolate fruit she seemed to have selected by way of a treat. How very...unappealing. The box of sugar cubs she proceeded to drop into his own hand however managed to earn the girl a fleeting look of surprise- before offering a rough chuckle. "Oh how very derogatory of you, Nadya. As it happens however I am partial to them, far more so then chocolate covered fruit- Þakka þér." His disdain for her own choice is clear, thankful perhaps that she had seen fit to present him with sugar rather then whatever ridiculous food she had chosen for herself. His sentence ended with that smooth utterance of his own native tongue, the Icelandic phrase uttered easily though he makes no more to offer any translation. Americans seemed forever to desire to put chocolate on everything, a trend he would never truly appreciate, long fingers moving to pluck a cube of sugar from the box within his hand, passing it easily between his lips to savour the sweetness his equine form so seemed to enjoy, a rare indulgence to which he allows himself as the woman's continues, her final question seeming to result in little more than silence from the equine before that faint glimmer of a smirk passes across lips like a fleeting shadow. "My business as you say, is entirely my business. As it is however I merely like to know what I'm up against, your pack is the most significant in this area- at least for now and I believe it's only astute to know something about it, as to why I need such information you will merely have to make your own assumptions. If I gave you all the answers that would be far too easy. As for getting my rocks off..." Those violet eyes drift from her once more, the man reaching with the same nonchalant ease back into the sugar box, a second cube tossed easily to his mouth before his shoulders roll once more in a shrug. "I assume I do that the same way as any other man- by stalking the girl until she gives me a little...sugar." His features remain expressionless, yet the taint of amusement within his tones is surely clear, a third cube of sugar pressed between his lips with that same laconic ease. "Now tell me Nadya, why do you stay in a pack you do not truly seem to like? Why not look for something....better?" |
Replies
- The stars in their orbits - By NADYA on December 26, 2014 at 10:17 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on December 28, 2014 at 12:45 PM