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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.
tsunami
Posted on May 24, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
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I never had to worry about sitting still in a classroom because education wasn't high on the list in my pack. In the leader's opinion, reading and writing didn't feed the pack. We were more feral. Children were taught to hunt and fight, to embrace their animal side. We were taught how to survive. I could hear young couples at night reading to each other sometimes. I think some of the parents who knew how would give the education down to their children and maybe the ones who didn't learn would learn from their mate later on but I never got such a privelege. My father was never going to teach me and I don't think he knew how either. He was useful as a warrior in the pack, one of the first called out to dfend our homelands when humans or other Weres got too close. I was to be a hunter with my skill of stealth, the thief of the pack. I would have learned to have someone teach me things. If I had the opportunity to sit and learn, I would have done so in earnest. I wonder why Raven eats so slowly but I have no business in telling her how to eat. She has survived this long on her own so surely she must be doing something right. I wonder if she will ever join a pack or if she plans to just live out her days alone here and maybe with me as a roommate. I wouldn't mind since I don't like the idea of being pressured into a pack so soon after leaving my old one. I fear the idea of Raven turning to a pack and leaving me behind. I know there must be other packs around. I can smell them and hear them late at night. I bet Raven does too. I wonder myself if the packs are made up of different sub species or if they are made up of the same. I bet there are other wolves out there if Raven really wanted to find another pack. I have tried to keep to the city limits so I know I am in no other pack's territory. The last thing I need is to be captured by another pack. I listen attentively when she tells me that she has no one, that I can live here and do whatever I want. She tells me I can have the room I got the clothes from and no rent. I don't even know what rent is but it sounds too generous to be true. I tilt my head, considering. "That is very kind of you, Raven. I will hunt food for you whenever you need and...if you ever need company, you'll know where to find me. I...owe you my life, after all." I duck my head some, thinking back to the hunter. She is indeed giving me a lot in a home and shelter and food, more than I could ever ask for. She shrugs, looking up at the ceiling as she frowns somewhat. Confused, I tilt my head and scowl, wondering what's troubling her. When she mentions the second and third floors, I raise a brow in puzzlement before my features brighten. "I can help you fix them if you like." I'm eager to help in any way possible. When I talk about my past, she tilts her head, listening. When she responds, it is matter of fact, telling me that she only felt safe when she was in her cage. I frown, my gaze turning down as I think about how sad it must have been for her, being locked up in a cage all the time. I felt safest when hiding from my father but I was always free in the woods, only held captive by my loyalty to my pack cause it was all I knew. I nod in understanding however. Suddenly overcome by emotion, I give her my most determined look. "Raven...we can help each other now. I'll watch your back and you watch mine. No one can touch us now." I offer a reassuring smile, or at least as reassuring as it can get. I watch as she cleans up the dishes, wishing I could help, shifting in my chair. I can barely hear her so I lean forward a little to listen. I smile softly in understanding. "Maybe it'll get easier...with time." I can only hope, since the memories of my father still haunt me like it was just yesterday.  |
Replies
- virtue has a veil, vice a mask - By RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH on May 24, 2014 at 10:51 PM
- tsunami - By Alexis Wilde on May 29, 2014 at 8:34 AM