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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 December 16, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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The manner in which the young girls cheeks flare to life is hardly missed. He can feel the heat that rises from her, even so subtle as it is, as her features glow brightly beneath the young colt's praise. How much of it, he wondered near idly, was the result of her simple, naive youth and how much of it was her responding to an animal instinct she surely hardly knew she possessed? It would be a curious thing to test and yet Riot is not the creature to test it upon, his companion far to prone to...enjoy women as their culture had, wrongly or rightly, informed them was the manner by which things are done. Frost content to force his hand in this and demanded Riot's submission rather then allow the younger man to fully explore whatever misguided instincts he possessed. Calliel, for her part, was polite- extending her hand to the other man before sitting herself on the far edge of the couch, the distance between them satisfactory to the snow-haired man, at least for now, a gentle wave of heat sent to ensnare his pack mate as she seat, aiming to warm her cool skin as the fire begun to finally take hold of the log.

Calliel, was it? How on earth did you escape? I never knew anyone aside from Frost had ever gotten out?

For a moment Frost simply allows the violet of his gaze to linger with disapproval on his companion, Riot often given to voice his thoughts before truly thinking upon them, his tone wholly innocent and yet irritating all at once. He had never see fit to discuss any manner of his past with his pack and he hardly desired to do as such now. It concerned none of them and in truth the less they knew the safer they were sure to be, Calliel, in particular, entirely capable of holding value to those within this world whom disapproved of Frosts own....ideals. Any attempt to quell Riot's chatter however is halted by the sudden influx of words from the blonde girl herself. Someone had evidently been eavesdropping, one eye lifted slightly at this realisation and yet it would seem she had heard little of true interest- most of what she asked of information that could easily be located if the right places were searched- hardly secretive beyond his own lack of desire to speak of them as his shoulders roll in a loose shrug of sorts. For a moment longer he remains entirely silent, what little of his gaze can be seen turned upon the few flickering flams of the fire, longer fingers drumming soundlessly against the arm of his chair as if weighing up entirely what part of the girls questions, if any, were worth answering.

"He is not part of our pack Calliel, if he was you would feel the bond of pack as you feel with myself and Claire. Riot is my brother."

As if such a title was deserving of flourish the young blonde boy sought to bow, those blue eyes, flecked with the barest hint of violet fixing upon Calliel once more as he did.

Half-brothers that is, we have the same Father.

"He sits when I tell him to sit because, as you will find with our species, dominance exists in all things and dictates how you interact with those around you. I am older then Riot, even if only by one year and to be frank upon the matter were we to come to blows I would defeat him and he knows it. I am stronger then him and as such he yields to my authority. He could challenge it if he chose but we both know how that would go. You will learn in time, Calliel, who to push and how far to push them."

The barest hint of a simper moves to grace his features, Riot content to roll his eyes in a matter fitting the dramatics of the theatre though he nodded all the same in agreement, arms folding behind his head as he moved to lie back, shifting the barest inch closer to Calliel as he did.

We don't have many fights though, I promise, you know how stallions are- if we can bluff our way out of fight by talking the talk we will. We are genetically programmed to try out show an opponent rather then hit them and Frosty over there has a convincing show. I'm prettier though.

The boyish grin he offers is ignored by the snowy-haired man, his own attention far more fixated on Calliel's mind, allowing faint traces of his own power to....pluck ever so softly at her mind, curious as to the alignment of her thoughts before drawing his mind back himself.

"I do not speak about my Mother because there is nothing to be said on her, you do not know her and as such she holds no relevance to you, you have also never asked me about my parents. Lief is our Father. Riot still.....lives at home and I was simply asking after it. Bloodlines are entirely that- bloodlines, namely that of our family. As for my being blacklisted I...."

For a moment the equine is given to pause, considering his own words now. It was hardly the concern of Calliel as to what he had or had not done. The girl was young...naive and surely unable to understand to true cause of his immigration away from his homeland, it would be a waste of words to use them upon her and yet....she had proven to be an intelligent thing. Stubborn and headstrong to be sure and yet there was....spine to the girl all the same. A truly worthy trait.

"I come from a very different place Calliel. You are one of us now and by that alone I suppose you are entitled to certain pieces of information. It is important for you to understand, I suppose, that Riot and I were born into a very large family of sorts. Have you ever seen a cult, Calliel? A group of religious fanatics that often go to extreme lengths and remove themselves from the world in turn? I was born to a place like that, though it was not governed by religion, a gated community surrounded by walls designed to keep us in and the world out. As I grew older I came to question parts of our society I disagreed with, such free thinking is not viewed well by our Guards. To their minds I had one of two purposes in life and I disagreed with the life choices they offered- first with words and later with action. Our Minders disagreed with me."

It was both informative and yet decidedly vague all the same, offering the girl a taste of information perhaps and yet the details of it remained obscured. Such information after all was decidedly personal- to an extent, the guarded creature seeming unwilling to divulge entirely too far. An insecurity Riot seemed to lack.

They more than disagreed with him, he got punished over and over and over again. I think it pissed them off more that you never cried, they make everyone cry- how many books do you have?!

That Riot had only just now noticed how many books truly surrounded them saw the man's lip lift upward ever so slightly in amusement, Riot lifting suddenly from the chair to stroll towards the nearest shelf, running his fingers along them almost....lovingly.

One day, Brother, you must teach me to read like you can. Unless Calliel can read too, she could teach me, I'd like that. We were never allowed books.

Violet eyes linger briefly on his brother once more, letting him explore the multitude of titles before his gaze drifted smoothly back to Calliel, momentarily curious perhaps- to her response to such things.

"We were not allowed books because books are knowledge and in the right hands knowledge is powerful. Some of the greatest men and women in the world put their thoughts into books and share them, books create free thinking and imagination, they promote a desire to question- such terrible sins to those whom would seek to rule via oppression."

The words are spoken more to himself, a low murmur all the same as he continues to watch his companions now, one leg folding over the other as he does.





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