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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.
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Posted on July 06, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Blake was it? Hmm, evidently he did have a name although Frost found he hardly cared what the other man wanted to call himself, his mere presence within his home and at such an ungodly hour had already begun to try at his own patience, this man's presence with Claire only further treading upon his already delicately balanced temperament. Perhaps to some extent he could be forgiven, after all, he was human- prone to stupidity by the very nature of his species, lacking the instinct of the animal and an understanding of the laws of pack and yet really this man seemed very well aware of Frost's own lack of enthusiasm for his presence and yet seemed content enough to stand his ground in something of a passive aggressive manner that hardly pleased the equine all the same. If that is the game Blake wants to play however, Frost is entirely content to display exactly who is in charge in this situation in the moments he moves towards Claire. He can feel the heat within the girls face, that flush blossoming across her cheeks at his sudden closeness to her, his semi-naked form surely the closet any man had ever truly been to her, fingers smoothly gracing the warmth of her skin as a single lock of hair is folded neatly back behind her ear the poor girl's heart flutters. He knows entirely what he is doing, was assured of such a reaction from her. It would be so very easy to simply drag Blake kicking and screaming from the house like the weakened creature he was and yet, the other man seemed to prefer a more subtle type of warfare- one Frost is more than willing to engage in. Perhaps Blake could claim to be...friends with Claire, but the pretty little blonde belonged to him. He had however, not fully anticipated the extent of his effect upon the woman herself as he returned to her side, his subtle display of ownership over her surely unmissed by the other man, Blake truly foolish to engage a stallion in a game of showmanship as Claire's hand moved to rest upon his shoulder. The violet of his gaze simply slides sideways, watching the woman hurriedly peel off the foul smelling jacket and shirt that smelt entirely of Blake himself, dumping them upon the counter, her own shirt riding up ever so slightly before she pulled herself almost abruptly against him in an act unusually bold for the woman- a momentary look of surprise lingering upon his well concealed features. The manner in which Claire proceeded to very near slide against him however proved far more enticing, Blake very near forgotten in that moment, as the snowy-haired man acts purely upon instinct. His hands simply move to rest upon her hips, to hold her, to prevent her actually falling as she slides from the counter, allowing the barest moment of flesh against flesh as she does- his grip upon her tightening ever so slightly, fingers teasing briefly at the waistband or her jeans in a momentary representation of an entirely different desire before those forces of control are intact once more and he releases his hold upon her as her feet find the floor and her head finds his shoulder. "Good girl." It is little more than a whisper to her ear alone, a rarely offered moment of praise for the manner in which she had managed to very near strip any scent of Blake from her, replacing it with his own and perhaps soothing some of his aggression and hostility towards the other man. The subtle finger gesture he is offered however, is not unnoticed, though for now Frost hardly bothers to respond, one eye merely lifting upward as if very near daring Blake to continue with his sad little display from the corner as Claire answered his own question. Who had died he hardly knows, a question be stored for later, a nod simply given to display his approval in her answer before Blake spoke again, the sarcasm of it lost upon the naïve little vixen. "It's alright Claire, I know where he lives and I will be glad to take him there myself if he truly thinks his risk of getting lost is so high. Remember though, we cannot blame him, his species is terribly vapid after all." His voice remains entirely pleasant, those smooth baritone lyrics feigning a politeness that conceals the frosted barbs that exist beneath, arms folding smoothly across his chest as he simply shrugs, Blake speaking once more as the equines gaze narrows- whatever words he had been content to offer dying readily upon his tongue as the sudden interruption by Claire whom seemed to have seized this meaning at least. A snort of amusement passing his lips, eyes briefly flicking back towards the human in their presence before the clattering of pans rapidly seizes his attention. Perhaps if she chose not to bake at ungodly hours these things wouldn't happen, her words babbling now as she clutches her burned hand, offering to walk Blake to the door, one hand seeming to extend towards the human momentarily. "Claire." His voice is short, sharp though not yet raised, aiming to attract her attention and prevent her from offering this little human any further contact through an accident of her good nature, Frost striding smoothly across the kitchen now to stand before her a second time, one hand held suddenly before her. "Give me the injured hand." It is not a question, it is an order the man hardly having to wait very long for the overly obedient fox to do as asked, placing it in his own as his own powers are called to life. Burns occur simply because the flesh continues to heat beneath the skin even when removed from the source of the original heat. He cannot heal her burn, yet he can stop it progressing, can stop it blistering and reduce her damage to little more then a tiny spot upon her flesh. "Just keep still- I dislike it when you get injured." For all he is, perhaps, he is good at his job- in the end, protective of those he commands. It is very near an injection of sudden cold, a chill sent straight into her veins and the flesh of her hand, stripping the heat out from her burn to end any pain and remove and further chance of damage before he releases, leaving her too momentarily inspect her very near healed and now painless hand- her own Were-healing sure to do the rest as he steps back once more- gesturing loosely to the door. "You may walk him to the door now, we will discuss the cookies in the morning." If she truly believed he would permit her to deliver cookies to this ridiculous human then she had another thing coming entirely- that however, was a discussion for later, waiting for Claire to lead the way and Blake to follow, allowing the girl to proceed halfway down the hall and out of hearing range before one hand reaches out suddenly to seize Blake's arm and pull him to a stop as he passes. "Be careful Blakey-boy, I'd hate to see you get hurt from involving yourself in business that does not involve you." His words are almost pleasant and yet the warning within them is surely clear. Stay out of his business- it didn't involve him and truly Frost never does ask twice, a simper of sorts flicking briefly across his lips before he simply nods towards the front door, dismissing Blake from his presence. |
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