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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.
some say the world will end in fire
Posted on June 17, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 You. Hmm, perhaps it was not the delighted greeting he had anticipated and yet given the nature of the woman he is hardly surprised at her abrupt wording as long fingers move to offer her the bag delicately placed upon them in some sure of a mutual peace agreement of sorts. Perhaps her so-called brother was worth little more then the dirt he stood on or the horrifically out dated clothes he wore, but within Nadya there was an entirely different sort of value- something a little more salvageable that so seemed to see his return upon her doorstep tonight. For a moment the violet of his gaze merely rests upon her, trailing with a distinct slowness across her rather lovely form- the girl seeming that little bit more slender since the birth of the children she had been I some sort of denial about and yet while her body has seemingly rejoiced in the expulsion of her brood- the rest of her seems a little strained, the normally well-presented woman seeming tired, drawn, her hair.....a displeasing collection though for now he sees no need to point out what he is assured she knows. His own eyes lift ever so slightly in surprise, concealed for the most part beneath those ever thick locks of snowy hair that adorn his own features as the woman delves into the bag. The faintest hint of a smile upon her lips is hardly missed, Nadya seeming to appreciate the amusement in his selection of the toy as he suspected she might. The girl was clever, sharper he suspected, then her brother in many regards although why the girl never made any attempt to formulate her own pack he had no idea. She was wasted beneath her sibling and nothing else, limited perhaps, by whatever hormonal instinct within her made her believe she required family to raise her children and yet truly it was....frustrating to see her so ignored by her pack, that unruly little ark gang of bumbling misfits was beneath her. How long would it truly take for her to see it? Her words however, seemed to realign his thoughts, lip quirking slightly upward. "Horse is an acquired taste, particularly the rubber kind, better they learn young- I agree." The chuckle he offers is little more than a sound within his throat, arms moving to fold smoothly across his toned chest before stepping into the home to follow the young woman, reaching back to close the door as commanded in an effort to maintain the coolness of the room. For a moment he simply watches, violet gaze lingering upon the children, twins evidently- though he is hardly truly surprised. Cats have litters after all, the man truly thankful horses have no such desires. His gaze continues to longer upon them as they are rocked in some sort of mobile swing the likes of which he has never seen. He can scent them already, can smell predator within their tiny veins as the faintest hint of disdain rises within him. More meat-eating felines- just what the city surely needed. Their genders too- are clear to him now, one male and one female- the male child seeming to seize onto the toy with more delight then his sibling though perhaps that was not wholly unanticipated either as he lifts it to his mouth to chew as he had suspected they might. Growing teeth was no easy endeavour, the pair sure to be suffering such discomfort now, though perhaps it was the mother who suffered more through sleepless nights. He is content to leave her to Seattle them a moment, a single, long stride carrying him towards the nearest space upon the couch, easily reclining within it now- one limb folding over the other before the woman manages the obvious question and his lip quirks upward in a look of faint amusement once more. Hmm, yes, she was smarter then the others, else she had no belief he was here simply by way of a courtesy call. His shoulders manage a shrug all the same, a loose, easily offered gesture that only further indicates his languid mood for now. "I hadn't seen you in a while, or picked up on your scent in my park to the South. I was curious to know what had become of you, compared to the rabble of this city I find you somewhat more agreeable and after having seen a little more of this brother of yours, well, I found myself curious." Each word is smooth, clear, so perfectly placed with that ever cool and rhythmic tone, deep, masculine voice momentarily even seeming to capture the attention of the children, the kittens perhaps unused to a male presence. Though for now the mystery of their sire remains, a point of interest the equine is determined to return to later as one elbow leas atop the arm of the couch, head moving to rest in his hand in a manner almost boyish, a gesture seemingly innocent as his gaze rests upon her. "Why, Nadya, do you stay in that pack?" It is a potent question and a pointed one at that and yet Frost is hardly given to speak without reason or cause. He had seen the extent of Tetradore's supposed 'love' for his pack and truly there was very little in that man that was worth anything of true value, Nadya surely not blind to it either. The sudden cry of one of the children briefly interposes the silence, the girl child fussing before her small cries broke into wailing sobs and screams akin to the very drums of war themselves as the blonde man remains unconcerned- leaving Nadya to attend to the child, until the boy was given to accidently drop the horse toy- proceeding to join his sister in screeching wails in protest of the toy he had lost. Hmm, it truly is pleasing to know the equine rarely produces more then one- this assault to his senses a displeasure he had not anticipated tonight. He watches Nadya a moment, continuing to recline, well aware their conversation would hardly continue while he instinct demanded care of the children, a soft sigh passing his lips as he moved to stand himself, walking quietly towards the girl child though not without momentarily assessing the woman. Mothers were protective, Were's particularly so and he is not foolish enough to insight her wrath in the moment. "I will not harm your child." There is assurance to his voice, an unwavering promise in this cool lyrics as he reaches to easily lift the girl into his own arms, resting her easily, smoothly within a comfortable position as if such a gesture is very near natural before stepping back to seat himself upon the couch with the wailing infant. "Þú ert hávær ein stúlka, heilbrigt lungum held ég. Hvers vegna ertu að gráta svo mikið þó lÃtið eitt? Preriki sterkri öskra þinn ert þú, Hmm?" The words are softer than normal, smooth, calm, offered entirely to the child now as one tiny hand moves to grasp a single finger of his hand and he allows his own powers to ignite now. Cats, even the youngest like heat, warmth, anything constant and as such he is content to offer her that, letting his own body heat to a pleasing warmth before letting to flow into the child in his arms in small, steady waves that slowly sees the child begin to sooth and settle until she grows sleepy and quiet and he rests her easily in one arm as if such a thing is entirely second nature. There is much, it would seem, Frost has kept concealed of his own...talents, the man at last looking away from the sleeping infant though offering no explanation on what has just occurred. "You are a good Mother Nadya, two must be very hard." Sometimes a woman simply needs to be told she is succeeding in what she does, that someone has noticed and that someone at least is willing to concede that two children is no easy task. For all that he is, perhaps, for the cruelty he can display he is...capable of more when he chooses. "Now- where were we?" |
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