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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.
ice, ice baby
Posted on February 01, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 His fingers move deftly, easily buttoning the dark blue shirt he'd adorned for the evening, reaching back for the mahogany coloured jacket to shrug smoothly onto his shoulders, taking a moment to examine his reflection if only to assure himself he looked a little more decent then he normally did. It would be imprudent, after all, to show up for a party without having taken a little extra time on his appearance. Even if it was a child's birthday party. One hand lifts to run easily through the thick white tresses of his hair, leaving it to fall smoothly back across the violet of his gaze before he reaches for the wrapped boxes on his dresser and heads for the door, free hand tucked into the pocket of his dark pants. It was hardly a far walk to Nadya's home, the street quiet, cold, the way he vastly preferred it, even allowing his own temperature to drop for several moments to feel that biting cold against his skin as he strolls. It was refreshing really, a reminder of the home he had not seen in far too long. Hmm, perhaps it was better not to dwell on that. Home no longer held any true safety attached to it- it was better forgotten. His boots scuff momentarily against the frosted winter sidewalk as he turns, easily mounting the stairs that lead to Nadya's front door, a place he had taken to coming whenever the mood should strike him, often even without Nadya being entirely aware, the man easily in range of her thoughts from such a position and indeed it was during one of these moments of...testing his powers perhaps, that he'd become so aware of this impending birthday event. For a moment the stallion simply pauses, listening for any indication that Nadya's own family might be present, the horse having little desire to tussle with Tetradore or his foolish little friend tonight. If her family had shown then he'd dimply let her be, at least for now. He desired her surely, in perhaps more ways than he should and yet her family seemed entirely adapt at displeasing her without any effort on his part. It was far better to simply allow them to continue to push Nadya towards him without any interference from himself. He always had been cunning when he chose to be, choosing his battles perhaps one of his more refined skills. The relative silence from the house and the distinct lack of either Tetradore or Tobias indicated the woman was surely alone, Raven's scent also decidedly absent. He so loathed that wolf, perhaps more so then her Alpha or his companion. She was a foolish creature, one who far overstepped the mark of both her rank and her place in the world and one whom seemed to take some measure of delight in getting in his way far more then she should. It was no matter though, truly, she would be easy enough to dispose of when the time came. His knuckles rap against the door, having to wait only a few moments before Nadya appeared to open it, the warmth from within the apartment radiating easily onto his form as she did- what little of his gaze could be seen travelling with evident appreciation along her slender form. She truly was wasted on her brother. "Well, at least I got the right day. One today, aren't they?" His lip quirks slightly, seeing no need to offer an explanation for his knowledge, one eye lifting slightly, as he simply waits for Nadya to step aside before allowing himself to step into the warmth of the apartment and stroll into the living room, placing the two wrapped packages on the coffee table before leaning back against the arm of the couch on which the twins rested at the base off in their half-dressed state. He had perhaps expected a little more....decoration for such an event, especially given Nadya's apparent flare for such things, the house decidedly less coloured then he had anticipated, the faintest of frowns crossing his features. "Forgive me Naja, but I was expecting something a little more celebratory. Although that dress becomes you entirely." The events of past days remained unknown to him still, the man hardly having been within Nadya's vicinity for several days and as such he had held no opportunity to delve into her thoughts, a talent he was steadily becoming more and more proficient in wielding with each passing day. It is not the woman's thoughts however, that offer any indication of this disruption, violet gaze drifting smoothly down to the children at his feet, both only half dressed- one drinking from a bottle, the boy displaying a decidedly noticeable scar against his side that sees the white-haired man pause. "Naja- what happened to your son?" He shifts smoothly, moving to crouch down beside the boy now, though he makes not movement to touch him- well aware that Mothers could be decidedly protective, the man remaining distinctly aware, as always, that the woman's animal form was worth respecting. His own powers have already extended towards her, teasing at the edge of her thoughts and yet his question, it would seem, has prompted an influx of thought that is near too much for him to take in at once, the man near flinching in response to the mental lashing that afflicts him now. He deliberately pulls his mind back from her own- though the tangle of thoughts remain still, to many for his own mind to piece together without her assistance. He turns back towards her, meeting her gaze now from his position on the floor, offering her a rarely seen view of the violet of his eyes as he does. "I think you should start at the beginning for this one. Tell me what happened- then we can talk about which restaurant you want to go to." Her desire to take the children out, at least, had been one thought he had managed to seize onto and it would be decidedly- ungentlemanly of him not to at least offer to do so. Such a shame, truly, her pack cared so little and yet it only made his own goals all the more easier to obtain. As for the wounded boy, he could help him....perhaps, though his own healing powers came at something of a price.... |
Replies
- The stars in their orbits - By NADYA on February 02, 2016 at 12:24 AM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on February 02, 2016 at 4:01 AM
- The stars in their orbits - By NADYA on February 02, 2016 at 6:09 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on February 04, 2016 at 12:29 AM
- The stars in their orbits - By NADYA on February 04, 2016 at 10:31 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on February 05, 2016 at 5:24 PM