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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 29, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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His violet gaze is drawn momentarily to the manner in which her hair falls so neatly down her shoulders. It was blonde like his own and yet laced with that golden hue his lacked, her thick locks seeming to have brightened where his own had faded further into a near snowy hue as opposed to the golden gleam she possessed- one rather similar to the hunter in question and yet such a simple observation is stored within the back of his mind as his gaze drifts lazily back to the cup of tea in his hands and the sugar cubes now decorating the sides. He sees no need to add them to the tea, content merely to roll them about atop his tongue in some silent appreciation of that perfect sweetness. He is silent for a few moments still, bringing the tea to his lips at last to appreciate the drink itself before choosing to answer her earlier question in that same cool, ever calm voice as if he remains entirely unconcerned despite the precise...insight of her question. She has a clever mind, an inquisitive mind and he is content to indulge it. In the lands of his own birth women were so often...uneducated creatures. It was useful perhaps, in some manner and yet his time within this country has brought with it a more subtle inclination towards the more intelligent women. She is young and yet she is sharp, curious, a trait to be nurtured- to a certain extent and yet one potentially problematic should she ever gain to much determination to find the answers others are less willing to offer.

"My abilities cannot truly be compared to a canine- we are different species. I do not track prey like a dog but I can scent enough to find your general area, your scent intermingled with the Hunters own providing only a more prominent marker for myself but...equine do not scent in the same manner as canine, we respond to different...taints. Without explaining the extent of the biology to you- you are easier for me to find because you are a woman. Stallions are, let us say, very attuned to certain....more hormonal scents in both humans and animals that allows me to detect certain things about you."

His explanation is vague still and yet he is assured enough the underlying meaning is clear to the young woman without further discussion unless she should seek to have it, lips pulling briefly upward in a smirk of sorts as the cup is lifted to his lips once more in a manner of utter relaxation as if he hardly discusses something so personal as an ability to perceive hormones within women. The words are offered smoothly, factually, for they are true and he sees no need to hide it from her, gaze lingering momentarily on her features before selecting another cube of sugar from the bench. A side-effect?

"If you want to call it that, then yes. I indulge very few of my more animalistic tendencies- but that is one of them."

Perhaps in time she would discover the others, for now he falls silent again, the man rarely given to speak without actual reason, rolling another cube of sugar between his lips as one hand held his nearly finished cup of tea, free hand allowing those long fingers to trace a lazy, absentminded pattern atop the bench in some effort to ignore the stench of male that seemed to lather each and every corner of the apartment like an obscene paint job. The polite smile he is offered is very near met with a simper of his own, her words so carefully placed, his own curiosity readily drawn. Clever girl, far too clever to be wasted on someone like Azrael- the man still caught up in the ghosts of a past he cannot let go off despite the façade he wears like a banner. Such a difficult, impatient man he was too, hot tempered and yet perhaps this is where the stubborn streak in the girl before him came from. It was...unusual to find an aged Hunter with family and yet that similar golden hair and overall look is not lost upon her, the similarities in their scent on further explained with this newfound information though the girl is careful to offer little more then mere facts. Touché.

"So you believe your Uncle does not deserve life then?"

His words are quick, pointed, one eye lifting to seize upon her offered words with sudden vigour though his tone remains as calm, smooth and cool as ever as the last remnants of his tea are drained from the cup and yet another cube of sugar is bitten in too.

"He has slaughtered countless beings simply because he disagrees with their misfortune of birth- as you put it."

He has done nothing more then offer her the very words she has offered him- but more pointed, neatly deflected and returned towards her though his tone holds no accusation, merely an almost polite curiosity. Such a battle of morals, after all, is...enjoyable, the girl perhaps more valuable then he had anticipated and yet- she was also a weakness, for the Hunter at least. Such a perfectly pretty exploitable little weakness Azrael had failed to hide very carefully at all. How unfortunate for him.

"I was born what I am, my family has been this way for generations but there are others whom are made this way by force, or by choice. All supernaturals are either born or made. Hunters claim to protect humans from being turned by force or from being fed upon by those whom seek blood or flesh. You should ask your Uncle why he does what he does and of what crime his victims are charged."

Why not sow a little seed of doubt? Why not let her question the Hunter? Relation was...a powerful thing and yet blood is not everything, his ties to his own family are weak- save for his Mother. They are little more than names that share some portion of his blood. He is not defined by them and nor should she be. Her final question is met with a momentary frown, the barest hint of....displeasure existing for a fleeting moment within his gaze before it is hurriedly controlled once more. Cunning little creature and yet perhaps this only adds to her appeal.

"Let me ask you first, Engill, if you have ever seen wild animals, truly wild? An animal will harm another in defence of territory, of a mate or a foal. An animal will kill another for food if it must, or for the right to breed. I appear as a man to you and much of me is- yet I cannot deny what I am any more then you can. Did you know Were's maintain territory? We form packs because we are driven to do so. This city is broken up into pack lines your kind is oblivious too. We have rules we observe that are outside those of human understanding. We are bound by the laws of nature in a way you are not."

It is perhaps the most he has ever spoken and yet each word is carefully placed, carefully chosen, spoken slowly to allow her to understand what he offers.

"Would you deny a lion his meal because you disagree with how he hunts? Would you punish a stag that maims another for the right to breed the best doe? Would you try to stop a mare from harming any creature that seeks to harm her foal or a stallion for defending his territory?"

He pauses briefly, allowing her a moment to disagree should she choose before speaking a final time.

"I have harmed humans because they have tried to harm me-"

One hand reaches to effortlessly catch the rim of his shirt, lifting it ever so slightly to display the slightly discoloured flesh upon his left side, another small, star-shaped scar equally placed and patterned upon his right as his shirt falls once more and he leans back upon the bench.

"I have harmed supernatural's for the same reason, because I have territory to defend or because I have had someone or something to protect- am I wrong to defend myself and what is mine from those who would harm or take it? The rules of my world are not the same as yours, Calliel and as such your human judgements cannot be applied to a situation that does not observe human rules. If it eases your mind- I did not attack first, I never do."

Perhaps he would have made a better fox then horse, for surely a fox so much better represents such effortless cunning and the easy twist and change of her own words as he turns them back upon her in a manner that so easily provides his own points as the far more righteous .




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