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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.
but if i had to perish twice
Posted on August 08, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Her comment in regards to his needing to visit a tanning salon brought a throaty chuckle to his lips, deep baritone voice following a moment later as what little of his gaze could be seen found the woman opposite him and he reclined only further in that heated, bubbling water. "I am Icelandic, Nadja." She is an intelligent woman and as such he sees little need to explain how or why his pale appearance in regards to skin tone was as it was. There was little sun in the country of his birth, more so, what sun there was held nearly no heat in comparison to other parts of the world, his skin needing no true tone to shield him from the weak light that bathed it. Despite the weaker sun however, the man was still often inclined to miss his homeland on occasion. There were few countries so wild, so untamed and yet as wholly magnificent in their beauty as the land of fire and ice. Perhaps, one day, he would return home- even if in secret- though his chances of finding his Mother or any siblings were weak, flimsy at best and for now he hardly wishes to offer it any consideration. The thought of a tan however, saw his lip quirk slightly upward in passing amusement all the same, a smirk that lifts all the higher at her evident disdain for his own customs and the thought of immersing herself in frozen water. His own shoulders offer a shrug, some form of amusement seeming to exist behind his gaze all the same. "It isn't for everyone." He offers nothing more, something of an unspoken challenge existing somewhere behind his words all the same though he says no more on it as his features become neutral once more and the conversation moves to topics far more engaging for his mind. Nadya alone had proven to be of...entertainment to his intelligence, Claire and Calliel had moments of course, in which he was left to wonder and the keen insights they displayed and yet Nadya and her eloquence for language- along with an understated wit was appealing to him. The girl offered the prospect of both physical and mental strength, areas in which his own mismatched pack required improvement. She was a valuable young woman, a prize of sorts he is truly interested in securing and yet for now he is content to offer honesty in his responses, Nadya relaxing further back as he is content to talk- this perhaps one of the more....enjoyable business meetings he has ever conducted. The mention of powers however seems to see a change in the tone of their conversation, his interest piqued once more at her willingness to display her own talents, one hand gesturing loosely for her to go ahead as his arms rest alone the sides of the spa, fingers tapping softly against the rim in anticipation. The rock that seems to crumble at her will sees the faintest touch of genuine intrigue caress his often guarded, youthful features, the man leading forward now to better examine the rubble that had once been stone. Hmm, some sort of earth bending power perhaps, else a manipulation of gravity in some sense though his curiosity is clearly captivated, gaze lifted to her own at her mention of needing to relax now as he returns to his previous position, eyes narrowed slightly now in wariness. He has hardly survived this long because he is foolish. He has seen war, he has seen Were's with a capacity for power near unimaginable and yet he has survived battle after battle through his own caution and ability to defend and assault in equal measure. To allow himself to be harmed is against his animalistic and human instinct, the man given to consider her demand in this moment. A silent contemplation of touch perhaps and yet......they were within the water. Should he need to disable her he was more than capable, two....three seconds perhaps, was all he needed to render her unconscious and as such he remains content enough in his own abilities to retaliate should it be needed- though he remains doubtful of that. Some part of him, willing to offer the woman this slither of trust, a brief nod offered as he allows his own shields to drop. He had not anticipated, perhaps, the suddenness of her assault- nor the power behind it. It was a pain he had felt before, the same Claire wielded and yet on a significantly more advanced scale, the air very near robbed from his lungs as he manages something akin to a choking gasp. "Fuck." It is a sudden searing, burning pain- his attempts to force his form into stillness very near undone with his instinctive need to attempt to move away from the source of his suffering, the shock of it near enough to jolt his hold upon his own shields, if only briefly- the man ready to force them back into place and prevent her from harming him any further before the pain suddenly begun to ease, the edge taken from it- allowing him to breathe again though his gaze remains slightly wide, unsettled, breathing heavier though some part of him is almost....loath to admit how much it had truly hurt. There is a stubbornness to him after all, perhaps the Alpha within, or the stallion itself coupled with his own talent for a will power unmatched, Frost refusing to offer her any vocal satisfaction though the toll it has taken on him is surely evidently clear as he attempts to settle his breathing once more- only to be tainted with an entirely different power. He is aware, vaguely, that this allure is more than his own interest in the woman- a whispered, suggestive push of sorts in her direction that sees his gaze focus upon her more fully, each of her features seeming a little more defined perhaps, his attempts to recover from her painful afflictions having left him unsteady- a failing he loathes in every sense of the word, so much of the man relishing his ability to control both himself and those around him and for those few moments so much of that control had been shifted to Nadya, leaving him perhaps....more vulnerable then he truly desired and for a moment he was very near unwilling to force her hold from him. That he had moved closer to her is very near unnoticed by the man until her power waned again and his own shields are forced back into place, forcefully removing whatever faint tendrils of power still remained from him. How he had come to be so much closer to her he hardly knew, eyes narrowed slightly in a moment of confusion, he remembered moving, vaguely and yet for those few moments he had...desired to be just a little closer to her. The words she offered seemed to permeate his mind once more, a soft shake of his head offered- as if to clear it, before his attention returns to her again. Could he handle her? "Let's find out, shall we?" His own movements are smooth, fluid, the woman easily within his reach now as one hand moves to softly tilt her head upward, guiding her smoothly to him to bring his lips to her own in that same easy motion as he relishes this taste of her- before pulling back ever so slightly to offer words that a barely a whisper upon her lips all the same. "I've never asked you to bow." His lips return to her own in near the same moment, more fervently this time as his own powers are stoked to life, ensnaring her form in a touch neither hot nor cold but both at once, tendrils of icy cold stoking awareness and sensitivity into each and every pore of her skin before that wave of blissful heat followed in it's wake to subject her form to a glorious experience of sensation that would leave anyone gasping.... |
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- Some kind of madness has started to evolve - By NADYA on August 16, 2015 at 11:24 PM