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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.
.:. wild is all i've ever known .:.
Posted on September 15, 2015 by Malia Tate
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I know that being in a residential area ia dangerous for my kind and if it wasn't for the pack becoming lazy with fat bellies, I wouldn't be going through human trash cans. I would much rather be in the forest hunting my own fresh kills instead of eating three day old raw meat that someone threw out but the rest of the pack doesn't seem to see it that way. They'd rather get food without working for it. I roll my eyes as I watch a female coyote bare her fangs at her own pup over a rib bone. But at least I have the safety of my pack since we're more out in the open. It certainly wouldn't do to be out here alone rummaging through trash cans. I catch the whiff of something else but when I look up from the roast scraps I'm digging for in the trash, I don't see anything. My lips twitch in agitation but I go back to digging and sniffing. The full moon is soon and though it never seems to affect the rest of the pack, I've always felt more feral in the light of the full moon, more domineering than usual. I know there are other predators out there, predators who are bigger and have stronger jaws but I have yet to meet something with a bite more heavy than my own. Even though my jaws might be small, they pack a heavy punch. Just ask all the coyotes, wolves, bears, and cougars I've crushed limbs of in fights for survival. But you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at me. Of course that's why most of the pack is afraid of me. When I hear something behind me, I turn snarling and slashing but the creature backs up, giving me a better chance to see her. A female wolf. What would draw a lone wolf out into the human area? I lift my head and don't smell any other wolves. No pack? What is she, suicidal? My hackles raise and my lips curl back. And then I feel that tingling in my mind, the way I talk to the rest of the pack but this time it feels unwelcome, foreign. I think back to the old boat I ran into and saw all the humans and the animals fighting. I think about the panther and the way he was able to talk to me in my mind. I didn't like it then and I don't like it now. I've never talked to another creature in my head besides Caeser and the rest of the pack. They are my friends and family so they are welcome but this wolf...I don't know her. She is nothing but an opponent and a threat to my pack and food. My snarls only grow in volume. I can barely make out the words as I shake my head viciously, saliva slinging as I try to rid my head of her voice. Anyone who looks at me might think me rabid with my actions. I just don't know how to react to someone I don't know speaking in my head. I know the wolf is bigger than me and she would be a challenge if we fought but I fight for survival only since I don't like hurting someone unless they deserve it. Of course right now she is between me and the rest of my pack and that makes it necessary. She tilts her head at me, seemingly confused though I can't see why. I hear her words again and I snap toward her face, trying to get her to shut up, my mind reeling with her voice. I know it must be her. Who else could it be? My jaw is so tight I'm afraid I might grind through my own gums. I just can't stand this unknown mind speaking. It's driving me crazy. I'm about to lunge at the wolf but then Caeser catches onto my agitation and jumps into the fray. He never seems to stray far from me and likes to think he still needs to protect me so he leaps at the wolf but she snarls in return and when he lunges, she smacks her paw down on his head. I know it was just a warning shot and that in itself confuses me but I snap at her offending paw, trying to help my pack mate. Truly, I dont' think I would care much if she did kill him since I don't feel anything for him other than a pack bond. He may call himself my mate but I don't feel anything romantic for him. Sure, he's strong and he provides but he's just not for me. He yelps and I roll my eyes, unable to help myself. When she releases him, he retreats, throwing me a look of caution but it's easy to see he won't intervene again, at least not without the pack behind him. But it looks like they already are. The wolf arches her tail and stands ready but I snarl in warning to the pack, telling them to hold off for now. I don't want to see any of them hurt because of this crazy wolf who thinks she has the right to get in my head. Why can she do that? i've never had other wolves or animals of any kind in the wild talk to me like that so why here? Is it something about this town? I've faced cougars and bears and vultures and everything else and nothing has tried to talk to me before, no one but the pack so why a panther and a wolf now? This is just crazy. There it is again, her voice. I back up, my butt hitting the trash can with a thunk and I jump at the sound, my tail thrashing in irritation as I snap toward the wolf again, warning her to stay back, wanting her to stop talking, stop everything and just go away. I hear a name in there somewhere but I push it away, wanting her to just go so I don't feel like I'm losing my mind. Somewhere in my grinding teeth, I feel myself pushing back. "GET....OUT...OF...MY HEAD!!!" |