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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 July 27, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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The frustration bleeds from him like an open wound, heavy hooves slamming against the concrete with enough force to crack the weaker, worn areas beneath his weight alone as if he forces what remains of his angered energy into striking at the earth. A near indomitable will is a powerful power to command, one, he had learned, that protected him from a vast array of other influences and yet for all the strength it provided it offered it's weak points- dangerous ones that he is incapable of preventing now. His ability to quit, to give in- to back down is near non-existent- driven by an all-consuming need he cannot control, his most potent power equal parts advantage and disadvantage as that heat begins to rise unbidden in his form once more, blazing behind Alexis, the young woman more then capable of feeling that sweltering heat upon her back as it rises from his equine form. He cannot grasp that control of his temper, the adrenaline within his veins thick and coursing. What had been controlled within the heat of battle- now without a target, is rapidly becoming chaotic, some part of him refusing to yield even now as unused energy begins to expend itself in any way it can. Feathered hooves strike at the earth again, the stallion barely capable of keeping himself at a jogging trot of sorts, neck arched over as one irritated snort follows another and he struggles to keep himself from lashing out at each and every thing he is given to pass. He designed for warfare, for battle- near every part of him trained to fight until he is simply incapable of it any longer, his sheer will power surely testament to that, the stallion denied his battle tonight and as such his frustration is simply expressed in other ways- the man barely managing to keep hold of his temper now.

It takes several blokes of frustrated pawing, stamping and raging heat before the cremello stallion offers any attention to the woman before him, his towering presence behind her surely enough to keep her moving, her words seeing his ears prick forward from within that thickened forelock as she stops to face him- forcing his own form to halt. Her words earn her little more then an irritable snort once more, head flung forward again in a clear gesture to simply keep moving. For Raven he holds little care, the wolf hardly worth any more of his attention and yet this...Tetradore had labelled himself an adversary, something to be destroyed if only for the sake of the satisfaction it would bring him to eliminate the feline. There is little about the man that is truly kind, even less capable of merely letting go of such a situation. He is simply not designed for such things and yet sense returns with each stride, the heat at last beginning to dissipate from his impressive form. Tetradore and the west side pack would be dealt with later, perhaps the vixen had held some sense in her thinking tonight, the ridiculous spotted creature and his harpoon gun posing a threat even Frost was unwilling to place himself against tonight.

It is only as they turn down the last, dead-end street that the man finds himself capable of mustering enough control to return to his human form, shifting his equine skin as they approach the house at the very end- hardly caring the momentary glimpse of his naked form Alexis is offered as he simply strides past her to open the front door. He expects her to follow, the implication clear enough in the manner the door is left ajar as he reaches of the jeans hanging beside the door- an emergency spare for cases such as tonight as he pauses only long enough to slide them on, violet eyes turned upon the woman now, fully visible in this rare moment before his hair moves to cover them again.

"You asked me to take you away- I did. This is home. Shut the door."

His attention shifts from the vixen once more, voice leaving no room for argument as his attention shifts to peer down the hall and upstairs, reaching through the pack bond to assure himself Claire is both at home and asleep before he strolls smoothly into the lounge room- the room a virtual library surrounded by shelf after shelf of books- the pile Claire had been attempting to work through stacked in the far corner. He collapses almost languidly into his favoured chair, one limb folding over the other as he does, the picture of serenity and control once more- as if his previous rage had simply not existed at all.

"Sit."

It was hardly a question, the command laced around the word all the same as he waits for the woman to actually compose herself enough to be of any use to him once more. She had....surprised him tonight, in more ways then one, his mind determined to fixate upon her now rather then the fight she had robbed him off one way or the other. Maybe she did have a spine hiding in their somewhere after all, somewhere beneath his shirt that she was still wearing. He shifts slightly, the injured muscles of his back twinging in response to his seated position, momentary discomfort evident as he shifts forward in his set ever so slightly to prevent the gash on his back from pressing against the fabric- allowing it a few moments longer to heal though Alexis efforts had already seen it partially close over. His leg, if anything, required more attention, a small red patch already beginning to appear on the denim of his jeans from the still weeping claw slash.

"Why don't you send some more of that magic this way and in return I'll try to mind my temper for the night, hmm?"

The simper that dance across his lips is momentary, a fleeting ghost of amusement and no more- gaze concealed again beneath that thick forelock of hair, fingers drumming momentarily against the arm rest.

"Why did you stop that fight tonight? Why not simply allow me to get shot with a harpoon? I hardly believe you hold any true affection for me, even if I am the only one willing to stand by you. I told you your so called friends didn't care- you were foolish to attempt to even protect the mangy dog. Canines have very small brains. Regardless, I hope you learned a lesson tonight, your so called 'friends' care only about themselves and have very little use for you.


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