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Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
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 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.
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 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.
No black magic can't control me
And no curse can let you own me
Harley would be damned if she let this stupid tree get the best of her! It hardly mattered that this was her first night becoming one with this panther, she would not allow it to define nor defeat her. Being a cat was a thousand types of strange and yet, had she not felt her presence even before that change? Those moments after infection had proven to be.... Unique at best. It was the most peculiar thing she had experienced and despite that change had surely unrelentlessly took its toll upon her, that cat was more than capable of pushing through this.
Exhaustion might be the one to claim her tonight, but she would push its very limits and would continue to do so until she mastered it. She disliked this creature that now took up residence but she would learn to embrace it, somehow. There was sense of pride once she made it upon her branch though, that grin would have shown those pearly whites if she were human but for now that something close to cockiness met the stark amethyst of eyes. That dazzling gaze seemed even more prominent against the sleek ebony of her ultra-soft coat.
At least, balance it would seem, was far easier for her to master considering she had four limbs firmly perched upon that thick crooked branch. The view from up here much improved, those heights hardly seemed to bother Harley, the spitfire with the nerves of steel (admittedly... most of the time) enjoying that glance below if only for a moment. Up upon this pinnacle, she felt... empowered.. that failure all but forgotten. Along with that newfound confidence within this form, came that near predatory edge. After all, that fire within her had been stoked. Tetradore seemed to be that catalyst, the match of dislike quick to overcome. At the very least it gave her perspective. She gave into those all too feline urges to give into that delicious stretch, bowing down with her talons embedded into the meaty bark, her butt raised in the air in a pose the yogies would deem the best downward cat... dog thing... ever.
That piercing arrowed gaze continuously watched the much larger panther upon the twisted branch just below her.. He was, after all, still within reach. Even then she let that smugness envelop her. If only for the moment. Tetradore seemed to watch her with that same blasé appearance, it was damn near impressive how he could remain so unflappable. So callused to the world at large. Just for once, she would like to rattle him as he did her.
He was the object feline so focused upon. He was still the threat as he had always been then as he was now, at least she so perceived. Perhaps that forced submission should have made her more wary, yet some deeply embedded personality traits could hardly be ignored. She tested out the parameters of those gifted abilities, feel, scent, and sight. All a newfound weapon she could learn to master in time. Her nose twitched as she breathed him in.. like she might breath in her prey. How odd and yet it was only a vague thought pressed firmly to the back of her mind. How easily it could have been distracted by the copious scents. Her tail... the damn tail had a mind of its own... mirroring her very thoughts that she was stalking him. His own brand of sarcasm bit within her mind accompanied with a rather humanesque roll of his eyes. Should he congratulate her? Asshat was mocking her!
"By all means.. go ahead.. Make my day." She stated with a sarcastic insouciance, her trajectory continued toward him after a momentary pause. With every slinking, purpose filled step she could see the way his own muscles went rigid. What happened to that apathetic king? Did she have his attention now? Good. It probably amused her more than it should have. Yet, she remained watchful of him... should he decide to change his course.
How sure footed she was... and she was... closing in on Tetradore. Every inch of that branch she stole for herself was a victory she seemed to lay claim to. Why didn't he move? She seemed to question his very intentions.. wondering if she was somehow falling into his trap. But then again. She was not at the precarious edge of that branch, there was only so many places for him to go. She shifted slightly, as if testing the sturdiness of that branch with two panthers perched upon it, it creaked its grievances into the night as wandered further and further to the edge, that very movement making that branch wobble enough to cause concern. She lowered her body slightly, digging in those deadly talons into the meaty wood beneath her, but it hardly stopped her slow but methodical movements toward him, only slowed them.
Those final words had been uttered as Tetradore gave her an over the shoulder look, the glimpse of her emerald eyes flashing for the briefest of moments before his voice entered her mind once more. That sound despite it being smooth caused her to suspend in place. "That it is." Those words a double edged sword in reply, as though she thought by some silver of a doubt that she could at the very least keep up with the panther king. He seemed to shift his weight for a split moment before launching himself off the edge of that branch in a mighty leap. Her own branch wavered and shook.. woah. It tested the very limits of her stability. The woman forced to hunker down in a way until the branch recovered from his lack of hefty weight. He was big.. Far bigger than her more slender form. It was a wonder the weight of him didn't cause it to break. Why was he so impossibly large? Far larger than any jaguar she had seen.
He leapt, despite his more bulky form with an easy, silent grace. Every part of him sure of himself at his daring, perfected executed calculated maneuver. It was impressive not that she would admit it out loud to him. But he hadn't used his powers. It was all.... Fair game. That advanced move made her hesitate... for a breath before she began her way along her own quickly narrowing branch. He seemed to freeze for a moment, as if waiting for his own branch to pacify and adjust with its new weight.
Harley thoughtfully maneuvered to the end of her tree as that gap between this one and the next alarming, but not impossible. The branch seemed to sway in its narrowed state as Tetradore retreated toward the base of this new tree. The arrogant ass seemed to easily maneuver, lowing her haunches in an anticipatory sit, once more at ease. That challenge within his daring inscrutable countenance reiterated with his words. Come get me. How it caused her lip to twitch, that hiss fresh upon her tongue as she leaned in. She steadied herself. Almost ready to spring without thought but she halted abruptly, no that balance didn't feel right. She caught herself as she swayed, fuck that sucked. She took a step back, a few sliding steps. No she could not approach this in the same way as him. She needed to do it much like that tree. With a little bit of momentum. She hardly possessed the same muscle tone as Tetradore. Hardly possessed the same experience either.
At this height there was no room for mistakes.
A leap of faith... she stepped forward and another throwing herself at him, literally and not at all how one could expect. She hoped he feline self would catch her. Determination and quick action taking over. Falling was not an option. For a moment she felt that air comb through her fur, it seemed to carry her as though for a fleeting second she possessed wings. That was when the worry set in. That branch... was slightly miscalculated. She had pushed off her own branch too soon. "Fucker" she cursed out loud. Two front paws at least found that branch, the third barely on and the fourth.... Meeting nothing but air. The precarious way that branch shifted beneath her weight caused a brief sense of alarm.
She dug in as much as possible, that branch wanting to collapse underneath her weight and erratic movements. It took a moment of struggle before she by some stroke of luck managed not to fall.. part of that branch cracking. She scurried forward. "Needs improvement, but effective.." She criticized herself, almost forgetting Tetradore was in reach. She exhaled a sigh. For a brief pause tried to settle her own near miss. She seemed to quite literally shake it off before her gaze once more landed upon her intended target.
"You are taking it easy on me..." She regained to her senses once more. "Don't." She growled that very word. How very likely she would eat those very fighting words.