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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

i stand with those who favor fire


Posted on August 10, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
Residences
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That the woman very near turns scarlet at the sight of his less then clothed figure is hardly unnoticed by the snowy haired young man as he passes, her innocence almost endearing really and yet he is half given to wonder just how innocent the delicate little female truly is that the sight of a man without his jeans is given to turn her features into a blossom of pink in response. For now however he is content to ignore her, striding past into the hall of his home, Claire's scent layered thickly throughout, the woman either out else occupied upstairs, the pack bond assuring him of her safety and for now that is all the matters as his jeans are pulled smoothly on, the violet o his gaze concealed once more behind that forelock of hair- the vixen seeming almost disappointed and yet once more the equine offers no emotion, features remaining devoid of any true expression as he reclines within his chair. For a moment the vixen seems to find her defiance once more, his gaze finding her own again in almost a dare of sorts. His command has been simply, close the door, yet if she wishes to challenge him over it he is entirely content to leave her writhing on the floor until she thinks better of it. Had he not displayed enough of his power today? Would she truly seek to defy him in his own personal territory by challenging him over something as foolish as a door? Alexis, it seems, has thought better of it, striding into the room behind him- her gasp ensnared by the rows upon rows of books that cover the room. Reading it would seem, may well be a pastime they share, though for now the ever callous equine merely focuses upon her, watching the manner in which her gaze lingers with hunger upon so much literature. He is aware, on some level, that these books very near excite her and yet for now at least the man remains oblivious to this new power that had begun to develop within him, one perhaps more potent then even his command of the body's temperature.

"There are few books here you would be capable of reading."

It is all he offers and yet even this mere sentence is a potent barb tossed towards her, indicating that he has seen her attention upon them, her longing for them and yet he very near mocks her with those baited words, a challenge issued within them all the same merely desired to catch and tease at her all the more. It was an amusing thing, to press the little vixen, to see how long it would take her to truly buckle and break. He had broken some of her walls to be sure, shattered the supports and barricades that held her upward and yet she remained standing still. Such an intriguing little thing she was- and far more capable then she knew. A wasted talent- though surely one that could be teased from her. He still believes after all, that all she truly needs is a little push. Tonight perhaps- surely having proven her weakness would bring her little in this life. The sarcasm that rolls thickly from her lips earns her little more then a twitch of his lip in some passing amusement, seeing no need to actively punish her for showing at least a little spirit as she moves towards him and the snowy-haired man simply watches. Until she turns. Her form shifts almost abruptly, proceeding to seat herself very near in his lap in this moment, genuine surprise flickering briefly atop his features at this sudden display, the previously shy woman seeming far to content in this moment and yet he offers little resistance. How intriguing, that she should want to play such a dangerous game as this. Hmm, perhaps he had underestimated just how much fight the nervous little creature held within her as her hands move towards his injured leg. That fool of a cat would get what was coming to him- in time. Nadya seemed to be something of a sore point for the blackened feline, perhaps Nadya was an excellent place to begin. Emotional wounds can be oh so painful after all- with scars that last far longer than even the slash of a well-placed panther paw.

"What are you doing- Alexis?"

His words remain calm, cool, that deep baritone voice emitted softly as she continues to sit within his lap in a distinct effort to bring him discomfort as she works to further the healing of his damaged limb- sensation already beginning to return to it- his arms however, continue to rest either side of the vixen, making no effort touch any part of her in return before the faintest of simpers moves to linger upon his features, watching her as she works- his own powers engaging silently now.

"You really shouldn't play this sort of game, Baby, unless you are willing to finish it."

It is easy to cast the illusion of hands upon her form, allowing a trail of heated warmth to glide so smoothly up her side, to trail only further up and bring a flush to her cheeks before he seeks to bring her whole form to a heated flush as a chuckle hums within his chest and the heat is pulled back to his own form- merely replicating the feel of a true touch against her though he offers no such thing, choosing instead to speak further on the little incident that had occurred tonight until a defiant 'your wrong' is drawn from her lips and she turns to face him. It is subtle, visible for barely a moment and yet.....for the briefest of seconds he flinches once more, drawing away from her as he did within his equine form. Perhaps some wounds will heal, yet there are others that simply cannot. The blindness within his right eye is perhaps the most well concealed of his secrets, the reason his hair forever seems to shield his gaze from view- incapable, in either form, of seeing the woman's hands or what exists upon this side of him. Hands are perhaps the last of his memories before that eye was damaged beyond repair and as such he flinches from it even now- loathing to have others placed where he cannot see them and yet he has become near flawless in his ability to conceal this weakness from others, little more than a jerk of his head offered to her sudden closeness to the single part of him he is loathed to be touched.

The defiant words she flings towards him reveal only more of her frustrations as he simply allows her to voice them, his expression akin to bored as she lifts herself from his lap at last to stride towards the book case in some show of petulance that he allows for now and his own shoulder roll in a shrug of sorts, eyes cast downward, briefly, to inspect his healed limb.

"Raven cares about others to the point it is destructive to her and that is no strength, Alexis. She is now a burden to her pack because she is too foolish to know when to yield. Now she is useless to them. As for my caring about no one save for myself that is....debatable, though if you choose to believe it then so be it, it means only there is less to be exploited by others. A pack is power, Alexis, however you chose to view it- it is the way of the world and you can deny it with whatever misguided little morals you like but in the end it is the truth. Whether you like it or not. Maybe you did save me as a last resort- but you also needed me, you still do and I am rather sure you know it- but continue to deny it if it brings you pleasure to do so. When you are ready to learn how to use your power you will know where to find me."

Long fingers continue to drum smoothly upon the arm of the chair, control, calm- seeming to have returned to the man once more, his previous temper seemingly having passed as he regards the girl once more.

"You are stronger then you realise Alexis, but you are too afraid to explore that. Pity."

He rises smoothly, a stride or two easily bringing him behind the woman, reaching past her to pull a book from the shelf before offering it towards her.

"This one is in English, most of the others are in Icelandic or other Scandinavian languages...."

He simply remains behind her, waiting for her to turn, to face him and take the offered book- though he holds onto it still, forcing her attention upon him a moment longer.

"You can either allow me to teach you willingly how to be something in his life and stop wasting your potential or I can continue to destroy everything and everyone you love until they loath you so very much you have only me to turn to. Your choice."

He releases the book then, a flicker of a smirk dancing so darkly upon his features.


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