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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 October 14, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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"Unless you speak any of the Nordic languages I suspect reading them is impossible for you. It has nothing to do with your intelligence, merely your knowledge of Icelandic."

His words are offered straight, almost bluntly towards her, lips lifting ever so slightly in the vaguest expression of amusement before moving to collapse into his more favoured chair, winching slightly at the sting of the claw marks that burn against his leg. The violet of his gaze moves away from the vixen, if only slightly, head tilted to briefly examine his wounds once more. Fucking cat. It was fortunate, he supposed, that it had been claws as opposed to teeth and yet he finds himself equally satisfied in the knowledge of his own retribution in that regard. The vixen so unexpectedly placing herself in his lap however, threatens to destabilize him entirely. The surprise upon his features is quickly concealed and yet it exists all the same, the girl having managed to catch him unaware and for a moment the equine half finds himself impressed with the woman and her sudden display of an actual spine somewhere within her more regular cowering form. Her demand that he shut up sees a momentary flare if irritation spark somewhere within him, for now however he ignores it, falling silent if only to encourage the girl to actually go about healing the injury. It was a valuable thing, truly, to posses such skills though in this moment he is far more focused on undoing her own little show of confidence- if only because he can, engaging a bare slither of his power in an effort to mimic the very gesture she seemed to be encouraging- though his hands make no move to truly touch her.

She lunges away from him so suddenly he is almost surprised she manages to stay on her feet, shouting as if he truly has touched her, her hand swiping at her side in an almost panicked fashion that only seems to further amuse the snowy-haired man as he continues to recline within his chair. Surely someone had taught the little creature that playing with fire only resulted in burns, the man quite content to continue to pick apart at her defences no matter how many of them she sought to put in place. Claire, at least, had hardly been woken by the shouting, his mind reaching smoothly for the bond, assuring himself she still remained beneath that vale of sleep before the violet of his gaze returned to Alexis. He...dislikes movements towards his own face, the injury to his eye so many years ago assuring something of a...disdain for having any sudden gestures directed at this part of himself- the womans movement seeing him flinch if only ever so slightly though the gesture, it would seem, was hardly missed by the vixen- the man berating himself momentarily for such a reaction, disliking to offer her an facet of control before he moves to watch her once more. His leg, for the most part, was entirely healed, his own healing abilities sure to finish what she did not- the equine briefly satisfied with her work before discussion ensues once more. She was such a funny little thing, this Alexis. Intelligent to be sure and yet so very easy to dig at and pull apart. It was almost a game really, that far more....sadistic side of him truly enjoying watching those threads of her being struggle so desperately to hold her together.

Perhaps if she wasn't attempting to be so difficult he would hardly need to break her down so far in an effort to build her back up in the correct way, her inability to perceive the use of her own powers only further proof the girl had never truly been made use of in any meaningful fashion. Such a waste, truly.

"Your powers are defensively based and there is no shame in that, you don't use them effectively though, I could show you how and yet you seem so determined to resist my efforts."

His shoulders roll in a shrug, the offer flung towards her all the same though whether what remained of her pride allowed her to take him up on it remained to be seen. She could simply agree to his presence and assistance- or he would make her, it hardly mattered to him, truly, if she wished to make things difficult for herself then let her. Didn't know what he was talking about?

"I assure you I do."

He can already see the doubt in her, the concern and fear and worry that seems to consume her and for a moment at least he withdraws his own pressure from her, leaving her to wander towards the books before he follows. Hmm, his leg did seem rather stable, the girl more talented then she actually appeared. It takes him barely a moment to explain the books once more as he offers the one towards her she seemed so inclined on reading, her words once more full of venom and dislike and yet truly the equine hardly seems to care for her snarky intention, each barb falling uselessly to the ground around her.

"Then it seems we are on the same page, so to speak- you have nothing, as you put it and I am offering you something. I really do recommend you accept such an offer willingly, or at least allow me to show you how your powers can be used rather then waste them as you do."

She moved to snatch the book away, his own eyes rolling slightly at her melodramatics before she hurried off and into the study, her sobs echoing briefly through the walls, Frost inclined to simply listen for a few moments, returning to his chair for now- seemingly unmoved by her evident distress. It is only some hours later that the man finally moves to take himself to bed, snatching a blanket from the couch as he does, his bare feet making barely a sound upon the floorboards as he steps into the study, softly draping the blanket over the vixen in a single motion. If she woke up within the night and shifted she would find herself remarkably cold- though why the man seemed even remotely concerned about such a thing was surely a mystery as he turned from her to head upstairs and to his own bedroom.





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