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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

but from what I know of desire


Posted on September 05, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
Residences
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He allows the violet of his gaze to linger briefly upon the young woman before she moves to step into the shadows of the barn, gently pulling one layer after the next from herself, her pale skin holding a rather alluring pallor in the dim light and yet for now at least he averts his gaze, focusing instead upon the old horse as it eats, the name plate hanging from the stable door announcing the old animal to be 'Buddy'. Hmm, how inventive. That the girl had packed herself a change of clothes at least displayed some initiative on her part- though he had always perceived her to be intelligent. If she even survived her transformation she might yet prove to be of value to him, the physical transformation was sure to exhaust her, for days potentially, his Mother had said and yet the mental anguish in itself he has not discounted. Her stability in that regard was sure to be sorely tested, the man assured the girl must be awash with....feelings and yet he takes little interest in such things. If she was going to exist within his world she was going to have a spine. He would refuse to allow her to be as Alexis, nervous, jittery, forever seeming to desire the approval of others- the fox so far gone he is doubtful, on occasion, that even his own methods might bring her back to a state of usefulness. He has no desire to allow Calliel and her potential to be so similarly squandered.

For now however, even the often irritable equine has the sense to remain silent upon such thoughts, seeing no need to further distress the girl, her fear was almost palpable, the taste of it resting within the air and as such he leaves her to dwell upon it- allowing her the chance to understand such things in her own mind. What need did he have to interrupt or reassure unless she asked it off him? Her voice sees his gaze return to her in full, requesting he not tell her Uncle of his part in this, the equine offering her no real answer aside from this acknowledgement he has heard her speak. The Hunter, he is assured, would have already decided whom was to blame for such a travesty and truly Frost doubts even the accidental nature of its occurrence was enough to placate the other man.

"He already desires my demise, I am assured."

He speaks quietly, the faintest taint of humour seeming to exist within his words as he offers them before continuing to lean back against the bales of hay as the girl begins to sweat. He can feel the temperature in her body rise as her hands grasp at the nearest object, a barrel of sorts, in an effort to keep herself upright, a bare trickle of her thoughts extended to his own mind- the girl evidently holding some desire to follow him. Good. Her mentality was already changing, already beginning to take on an animalistic desire to attach herself to an Alpha figure, a need of any Were and yet noticeably an equine trait. Her breathing seems to quicken, her words a struggle as she offers them anyway. Her mention of 'wiggling' bones seeing his eyes lift ever so slightly.

"That is a new description."

He hardly expects her to hear the words, his demeanour almost overly calm as he simply continues to watch, leaving the girl to shake and sweat upon the floor. There is nothing in this moment he can do for her regardless other than offer his presence and the utter assurance of his form, the man clearly entirely unperturbed but what occurs before him- or seemingly so. He has never truly seen a change by bite before and yet he seems content to act as otherwise, offering a stability perhaps, that the girl may be to far gone to appreciate. After all, if he acts as if he is wholly assured of her safety and positive outcome then it is simply less for her to fear. If he displays any uncertainty then what is to stop the girl from become hysterical? He is not near so complacent as he would seem, each action holding a determined purpose though one others often miss. She manages a few, final words in his direction as she clings to her knees in agony, her sentence never fully finding fruition and once more he sees no need to answer it- the girl surely not caring either way in the moments that follow as her screams very near split the air itself as he turns his head from her in disdain. It could only be hoped no one came running, to have her discovered in this moment would be decidedly.....displeasing.

He is almost thankful, truly when she no longer possesses the vocal cords to make such a sound as each of her bones snap, break and realign as they should be, an overly slow, painful process this first time though the result is not...wholly displeasing. The black sheen to her pelt is curious, vastly removed from his own and yet that long, thick, crimped pale mane and tail is entirely reminiscent of his own even if she lacks the feathered feet of his own form, a small quirk of satisfaction seeing his lip lift upwards now as he strides forward at last to the creature laying upon the earth and straw.

"Hmmm, it would seem you inherited my hair- very nice."

He moves to crouch beside her then as she manages to sit up in a fashion, flanks and poll still stained in sweat, gaze staring towards her hooves in an almost surprised that he allows for now as one hand reaches out to run along the side of her neck beneath that tangle of mane, appreciating every muscle beneath before he stands once more to move abruptly from her, arms folding behind his back as he proceeds to circle slowly about her. He waits until he is entirely behind her and outside her vision to an extent, hands clapping suddenly together, watching her ears rotate near backwards in response. Good- they worked. A soft grunt of satisfaction emits before he strolls forward once more and back around, determined to view his creation perhaps, from every angle before coming to stand before and slightly to the side of the....filly.

"Rest- for a few moments, get used to your vision being as it is now, move your head, your ears and tail, these are parts of yourself that move differently now. I expect you to be standing within the hour at least."

His voice offers no room for argument as he turns from her, moving back towards the bales of hay, unbuttoning his own shirt now to toss it aside, along with his jeans, shoes and boxer shorts- his own shift a significantly faster, smoother process that sees him land upon all fours as he strides towards her now in the full glory of his equine form.

You can still communicate with me, in your equine form, but other species will not understand you now so wasting words upon them is useless. You will also find that you may have entirely....different urges in such a form. Whether you desire it or not you are part animal, you will have instincts that represent that. They can be controlled to an extent however, I will show you how in time, though I am sure you have begun to notice them already even in regards to myself.

The desire of any Were to follow an Alpha, let alone the inclination of a filly towards a stallion is an entirely different process, an understanding ingrained within any animal that she will, in time, become afflicted with as his muzzle lowers to her own, nostrils flared now, observing this new scent upon her as large, heavy hooves carry him to her side once more as he abruptly lowers himself until he rests beside her in much the same position.

I am going to show you how to stand up from this position, are you ready? The longer you rest in that position the stiffer your limbs will become. I have no desire to waste longer then an hour or so upon you complementing this basal task. Either you will stand or I will make you stand, Calliel. Thusly it is in your best interests to learn quickly.

It is...harsh perhaps and yet there is method to his madness, though whether it is yet clear to her remains to be seen.


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