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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 January 11, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
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She is flirtatious his Calliel- almost. Her performance quite convincing if not for his ability to peer into the inner thoughts of her mind, finding the young woman's thoughts an intricate tangle and yet very little of her finds anything about Riot nearly as excitable as the colt seems to find himself, the vaguest hint of amusement tracing his features and yet he makes no move to bring to light his discoveries. It was interesting indeed to see how entirely discreet Calliel was capable of being, curious too, that she failed to be so afflicted by the hormones of both her gender and species before a young man whom flirted so openly with her. How long such control lasted would be a curious thing to note and yet for now the snowy-haired young man turns his gaze away and back towards his half-sibling. Riot, for his part, seemed almost afflicted by the young woman's words, turning the suggestion of power as an attraction over a mere battle of looks upon the younger steed. Riot seemed oblivious to the note of tease within the woman's words, having taken the question with a greater seriousness then Calliel had intended and yet perhaps it was good for the girl to be exposed to such creatures- those amongst her own kind assuredly far more colourful then whatever vapid human existence she had left behind. Let alone her near emotionally devoid Uncle.

Well I....I suppose I would have to yield to him then, or challenge him for you if I really wanted, but they'd never let me keep you so it would be a wasted effort. Still- we could have fun.

The golden haired boy moved to wave his hand as if to dismiss the conversation, though he had seemingly failed to be totally cowed by the experience, flashing Calliel another beaming grin as Frost merely allowed his gaze to roll softly at such juvenile attempts. How Riot had managed to father even one child with his fumbling attempts was a miracle in itself- then again there was often little romancing required in such a task, the man moving to deliberately pull his thoughts away from moments in time he held no desire to remember or truly consider.

How many children do you have?

The words were directed entirely to Calliel, Riot looking towards her with evident expectation and yet truly Frost held every belief the boy was about to be shocked once more by the revelations of the world outside the compound they had both grown up within. For now however, he makes no attempt to involve himself in the conversation, allowing Calliel to answer it if she saw fit to do so, leaning back within his chair and simply allowing the others to converse before offering his own explanation of the world he had been born into- his words decidedly polite and yet distinctly vague all at once. Calliel perhaps more capable then she had appeared, the girl listening with silent assurance before focusing her question once more. Hmm, someone was digging, it would seem, Frost content to consider whether or not he desired to answer her, fingers drumming against the arm of the chair once more in evident deliberation. There was much he had no desire to tell, after all it did not concern her, the past was the past and better left as such and yet something of an explanation of a world that may well effect her one day was perhaps....imprudent not to provide her with. His words however, are chosen with deliberate care.

"Without boring you with the details, Calliel, many, many years ago the Hunters in the place I was born made a deal with the WereHorse population there. Many areas, especially in Europe cannot be reached by a man on foot, even a Hunter, some too dangerous for cars and so in exchange for peace, for being left alone, the horses agreed to assist the Hunters by acting as mounts for them on missions in these areas. A deal our kind went into foolishly. Things changed. We became property instead of individual beings. I was born as part of a.....breeding program if you will. Hunters in that area after all like pale horses- we blend with the snow."

He paused a moment, allowing the woman to gather her own thoughts- his story entirely true though indeed far more then one facet of information remained missing, at least for now, the man content to focus on the most basal aspects of his story alone.

"We are born with one of two purposes. To be used as a Hunters mount- they go through a lot of us after all since many of us get killed in the line of duty or to....assist in the creation of more of our kind if you will, they decide for you in most cases. There is little choice in the matter and it is decidedly difficult to argue against those who control whether or not you get food and water. I was blacklisted because I disagreed with those principals but those are not stories I see any need to share with you tonight. Ultimately I escaped, in the end."

What need did he have to tell her of being barely fifteen and stood before a woman at least twice his age with a single job to do- and being far too afraid to do it? What need did he have to speak of his time being trained as a war horse beneath creatures far more inclined command rather then ask and to use whatever weapon within reach to enforce that? Perhaps it explains much of his own near glacial personality and yet not all had been cruel either- there was still kindness to be had. He had simply not cared to have it. Nor was he a terrified child any longer he would never be such a thing again. Riot's mention of books is a welcome distraction, the information Calliel shares seeing one eye lift slightly as the stallion regards her, though Riot seems only confused.

I don't know what that is.

"It means she finds reading and writing difficult, brother, more so then most. Some great minds however, have shared that affliction, it is nothing to be ashamed of."

He offers a simple shrug once more, assured of his own words, Calliels final sentence seeing Riot turn readily towards her once more though his fingers had reached for a book, flipping the pages as he did.

I belong to them, I wouldn't know how to get away and Joan is good to me, I like her, we are partners, I've been with her for years, I wouldn't leave her.
"I escaped the compound I didn't escape them entirely, I have earned a....reprieve of sorts for now though they will come back for me again soon enough, Riot does not need that, I will....help him and the others when I can."
Not all the Hunter's are bad, Frost, Joan and I have been together for years, I've only ever had one bad wound and she stayed-
"Yet she, like any other, would still use you as a shield of living flesh if she had the chance and I hardly see how you can deny it."
We are partners, Frost, I still care about her, I dream about the day I can live my own life but I....I wouldn't abandon her-
"You are no more her partner then the shoes on her feet, Riot and you are a damn fool to think anything less- how can you profess to care about the very creature that keeps you captive? You will die and she will replace you, you will not live to see old age! None of us will!"
You haven't met her! They are not all like Xerxes or Lennon or Nova, a lot of them didn't choose that life either,
"Yet they choose to treat you like a beast of burden and not a sentient being."

For a moment there is silence entirely, the tension within the room decidedly thick before Riot's voice erupts like a hiss from between clenched teeth.

You are doing the right thing and I have ever belief you will make things right Frost, but you cannot kill everyone that gets in your way, you cannot possibly believe everyone is cruel. We know about Alexander- would you truly let anything happen to him?
"Enough, Riot."
I don't-
"I said enough."

The authority within his tone is entirely incapable of being missed, Riot falling silent immediately, Calliel evidently forgotten in that moment as both men seem entirely inclined to ignore each other for several moments, Riot deliberately averting his gaze in a submissive gesture that seems to sooth the white-haired stallion- at least for now.

The rain has stopped, let's go out.
"Calliel cannot shift at will yet. She may, if both of us shift around her, but it pains her still. If she desires to run tonight then we will- the choice is her own."

The fight is seemingly forgotten, at least for now, Riot moving to look towards the girl now as he flashes another grin.

Do you want to come out with us Calliel? You can ride if you can't shift, I'll take you. You can meet the others!






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