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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.
i stand with those who favor fire
Posted on July 01, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Her naivety, her innocence, was so entirely clear it was very near painful for him to witness, the questions she possess so wholly pure in their design and yet it is by the very nature of her question that he is reminded how entirely impure the rest of the world truly is. She asks in innocence of something wholly un-innocent and for a moment perhaps the irony of that is given too appeal to him in an almost hopeless sense that sees his lip quirk ever so slightly all the same. How had he come to possess such a delicate little thing as she? She was almost akin to a snowflake in her fragility and for a moment he is very ear at war within himself over the best way to provide the woman with an answer. Some part of him desired entirely to seize on that weakness, to exploit it a little perhaps, to twist the truth of his words if only slightly to both protect her from the reality of it and yet assure his own connection to his pack mate remained only stronger and yet- to lie to the woman may well prove imprudent in the long run. She would only find out eventually, if not endanger herself because of her lack of sense and knowledge in that regard and the equine finds himself far more displeased at this notion then the former. For a moment he allows what little of his gaze can be seen to rest upon the woman, seeming to consider his words once more before offering a light roll of his shoulders all the same in something of a shrug. Would he too, be drawn to it? "Yes, Claire." It is simple and yet perhaps far more meaningful then she may well understand, the man content to leave it at that for now until it was she decided on what questions she desired to ask, Frost content enough to leave her to discover such a thing in her own time- provided she did as she was asked and refrained from asking strange men on the street, far more then one surely willing to show her exactly what they wanted and truly the young man has little inclination to allow that to happen. When she wanted to know, she would ask and she would ask him and no other, head nodded once more. "Yes, it does please me." Such a biddable creature she was, her uncomplicated, willing nature a welcome reprieve from the stubbornness of others he has dealt with lately, the man half inclined to believe he may very well enjoy the young woman's company- if only for the ease with which she offered it. Their move to the backyard is a swift one, his thoughts on how better to engage her powers already having resulted in something of a plan, her reluctance to close her eyes met with little more than a frown, the man allowing the faintest hint of authority to intertwine with his voice as he asks again. She should trust him enough for this at least. He moves to stand behind her with an almost effortless ease, allowing his own power to provide a physical sense to hers, something tangible, something real to hold or feel. It was often easier, after all, if one had something physical to respond to as opposed to merely the belief her power existed, each lick of heat crafted smoothly about her body. He waits until her breathing is slower and the scent of nervous apprehension about her is not nearly so powerful, her assurance she can feel the taint of his own magic seeing the faintest hint of a simper upon his own lips before he moves to stand before her. He had learned to master his own power in a similar, though far less gentle method, his features frowning slightly at the memories unbidden that rest within the forefront of his mind. Perhaps if someone had taken far more care in the beginning his own power would not be nearly so...violent. Perhaps it had been his fault, perhaps he had needed a hasher hand, after all, Alpha blood does not flow quietly and he had hardly been willing to bow down to any of the Hunter's whom had tried their hand at 'partnering' him/ He had learned enough however, to understand beating the girl was hardly going to achieve results, her nature was too fragile for that. Besides, it was to his own benefit that she learned to control her powers. She would hardly be of use in the future if she collapsed beneath the weight of her own abilities or accidently assaulted any future pack mates. Besides- there was a certain...pleasantness in those few moments in which he allows the tips of his fingers to rest upon her own, drawing his heat into each tip as he does. The bond of pack is powerful in those few moments, existing within it a link of security even he is not wholly immune to despite the dominance of his own nature. After all- he is a herd animal, at his core and some instincts are ingrained to deeply to be ever fully mastered- Claire merely a representation of that. His herd. His belonging. "You become unconscious only because you use too much to quickly it overwhelms you. We are not using enough for that, you will not faint." His voice remains entirely steady, smooth, calm within the depths of that baritone sound though he offers her no alternative or room for argument. She would not faint, she merely had to believe she wouldn't and focus only upon the most basic release of energy as he seeks to draw it from her now. It takes longer then he had truly anticipated, the little fox seeming to struggle for several moments before biting down upon her lip, violet gaze lingering upon her beneath that forelock of snowy hair, continuing to tease the heat at her mere fingertips. The surge of energy that suddenly follows sees his ow gaze widen momentarily before the pain very near lanced into his hand like branding iron, a hiss of sorts forced from his lips before his own power activates to sever the touch of her own as her hand is wrenched hurriedly back. Hmm- she was stronger than he had believed. That- was not entirely displeasing. "Yes, it did work- but I am fine. I am pleased with you . It was a little strong, you forced it instead of allowing it to flow but considering you are not unconscious and you restricted it only to my hand I will consider that progress as I don't believe you have ever had even that much control, have you?" It is not truly a question, for he already knows the answer, his hand given merely a shake of sorts to rid it of any remaining static before his reaches for her once more. "We are going to practice once more and then that will be enough for one day- but the way you felt in those moments when I was behind you, when you were relaxed enough to actually feel your power and not fear it- that is what you must practice. Control is everything Claire." His words remain smooth, light, easy as he moves to step behind her once more, lithe, toned frame closer this time until his chest touches her back- hands moving to rest briefly at her elbows. "I need you to relax again, just like you did before. Think of your power almost like water this time, water that runs through your veins and down to the very tips of your fingers. Close your eyes again, if you have to, there you go now- just like that." His own hands simply move to provide that physical, tangible example once more, ever so lightly allowing his fingers to graze along the inside of her arms in representation of the very words he offers, moving until her hands rest in his own once more- before rather suddenly interlocking her fingers with his own, grasping her hands now. "Imagine wanting to let that water flow gently from your finger tips and into my hands, if you force it too fiercely, well, it's going to go everywhere now isn't it? I want it to flow Claire, not explode and I do not want you snatching your hand away like that again, that shows insecurity and you are not insecure- not anymore." It was the very reason behind his current position- his hold on her hands preventing her from fleeing forward, any attempt to move back would merely bring her against his chest. In time, he held every belief she would master not only control, but the intensity of her power, these were merely small steps- his own shields firmly in place now, prepared to let her go should she become entirely too panicked though his voice holds little room for argument, smooth, deep lyrics attempting to bleed confidence into her once more- offering his own body as a form of support now, lips very near beside her ear. "Now try again, just once- you won't hurt me." It was astounding really, how such a little girl, such a delicate little thing, with such....soft pleasant skin could hold a power so sharp. It was deceptive really and yet he half finds he like it. |
Replies
- hold on to this lullaby; - By Claire Grace on September 10, 2015 at 6:43 AM
- but if i had to perish twice - By Rixon Leifsson on September 13, 2015 at 4:52 AM
- show me all the scars you hide; - By Claire Grace on October 13, 2015 at 8:29 AM
- i think i know enough of hate - By Rixon Leifsson on October 14, 2015 at 2:29 PM