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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 June 23, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 For a moment longer what can be seen of that piercing violet gaze peers through those locks of thick, snowy hair, resting upon Claire a little longer before his attention returns in full to the other man. The human man. His lip very near curls backward in disdain, his scent alone wrecking of...man and yet Frost is hardly opposed to other males, more so he is opposed to them within his personal territory and with his personal belongings. It is natural perhaps, for a Were to behave in such a manner, after all, just as Claire herself- he remained half animal and as such certain behaviours, certain instincts were entirely more potent. He species itself known for not only collecting others- but maintaining them and as such some facets of his animalistic form surely seep into his veins even now. A human however, was unlikely to understand the seriousness of the predicament he had found himself in let alone show the proper decorum in the presence of an Alpha male. This man no doubt hardly knew exactly who or what he stood before so very callously. It was almost amusing really. Long fingers simply continue you drum against the kitchen bench as he unfolds his arms at last to lean back against the counter, one eye lifted in expectation at Claire. She was a biddable creature, an obedient one- the perfect pack member and as such he had come to favour her perhaps- over others. She was innocent, naïve- something to be protected, his irritation perhaps increased in light of such a thing. What man wouldn't take at least a little....advantage of that? As the other man suddenly speaks Frost feels his gaze narrow, slicing towards him now. Someone....needed to be taught a few manners it would seem. He had not been addressed, not given leave to speak, let alone interrupt his conversation with his pack mate- how very impolite. For now however, Frost is content to allow him a little leeway, if only by way of his near useless human species and their vapid little minds. The presence of Claire as well perhaps...soothes him slightly, the pack bond humming so smoothly between them, reminding him of her presence, her closeness and her overly gentle nature. There was no need to frighten her without cause. At least not yet. It is with some level of irritation he allows his gaze to refocus on the man and whatever it is he is saying, his final words seeing one eye lift ever so slightly. "Are your trying to be funny? Or is this your usual level of intellect?" 'Get off her back' really? Was that some sort of horse themed joke? He truly has heard them all, this man already beginning to try his patience more then it surely needed to be tried. It was merely unfortunate wording upon Blake's part and yet for now Frost is entirely content to turn it sneakily back upon him. "I also don't remember asking your opinion. Be quiet, please." It was not a suggestion, it was an order, eyes rolling lazily away from him now to return to Claire, easily leaning forward from his position to stroll those few strides towards his little vixen as she sat atop the bench, swinging her legs back and forward like a child before turning to look at the man...whose name she apparently didn't know. He felt himself frown ever so slightly once more, was there anything his little Vixen was capable of doing without somehow getting herself into trouble- and with strange men at that. Clearly their talk on boys was going to have to be sooner then he anticipated lest an incident like this occur again. A smile of sorts manages to quirk upward at last, lifting smoothly upon his youthful features as he leans suddenly forward again, one arm resting either side of Claire in a manner almost playful and yet- decidedly possessive as he chuckled softly. "I think you owe me rather a few cookies then, Claire." One hand lifts once more, warm fingers lifting to gently tuck a few loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear in an almost affectionate gesture from Alpha to subordinate, a symbol of fondness, perhaps the most...physical he has ever been with her in any sense and yet- sometimes actions speak far louder then words, eyes flickering briefly back towards the other man assured by now his message was entirely clear. Claire belonged to him- and no other. He let her continue, despite the ridiculousness of her story- assured it was true if only because it seemed so entirely untrue. He would know, regardless, when they were next shifted together and the thoughts of her mind ran into his own. At the mention of the humans lack of teeth Frost found himself smile softly once more, leaning away from Claire at last to stand beside her now, offering her a grin all the same before his demeanour shifts entirely as his gaze falls back against this Blake fellow, though his words are meant for Claire. "You cannot bring strange men home Claire, not without asking first, not even if they are weak little things like him- alright? This is our territory, you know how important that is don't you?" His words are smooth, easy and yet forever holding that frosted edge as he looks upon her, assuring she understood his command in this. "If you desire to feed him then so be it-" One hand waved dismissively, if feeding the lost boy would make her happy then so be it- for now. Blake surely entirely smart enough to understand he would not be welcome a second time- at leats not without prior...approval, gaze cutting a final time to the other man as the faintest hint of a smirk traced his features. "-but put him back on the street where you found him afterwards, alright?" |
Replies
- So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine - By Johnathan Blake Holmes on July 01, 2015 at 7:07 PM
- she's sunshine mixed with a little hurricane; - By Claire Grace on July 02, 2015 at 6:17 AM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on July 06, 2015 at 4:08 PM
- So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine - By Johnathan Blake Holmes on July 23, 2015 at 6:25 PM