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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 02, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 The woman's looks of surprise at his arrival sees little more than a quirk of his lip, the man moving to lean back against the arm of the couch with the same casual ease in which he did most things, an almost eloquent calm seeming to precede the man in most situations. Her inquiry into how he had known about the party however is met with little more than a shrug. Evidently his occasional appearance outside her home or near her business had gone unnoticed and as such he sees little need to enlighten her. He knew what he knew, in time she should surely become aware of how and yet even without his immediate presence he was assured he could find out her plans regardless. There were far more ways than one to gather information. For tonight however, they were his own secrets to withhold. Her words in regard to his clothing however momentarily see's the man's gaze return to her own, eyeing her with some momentary look of veiled amusement at her barb. She would hardly be Nadya without her acid tongue, her wit something he had come to appreciate about her all the same. She was a challenge, spirited, something entirely refreshing for the equine in more ways than one. His desire to possess even a piece of that, whether by the simple nature of his being or the instinct of his species he hardly knew, even so he allows himself a soft snort all the same. Patience, he is assured, is the key to this game. Nadya would not be forced- in any capacity. Respectable. Truly. "Perhaps Naja, if you spent more time with me you would see some of my other outfits." It is delivered in the same smooth offhandedness that has become near characteristic for the man, one eye lifted, almost daring her to argue, to take him up upon the unspoken offer that lays concealed within the sentence though he hardly anticipates such a favourable response- attention instead diverted to the children at his feet. He moves to crouch down easily now, dark violet gaze lingering upon the male child's wounded side and the stiches holding it in place. A Were, any Were, no matter the age should heal from such a thing and yet the look of it indicated more. A wound by unnatural means perhaps? He made no move to touch the boy and yet the sharpness of Nadya's words found him all the same, the barest slither of irritation prickling at him, the command in her voice pressing against his own dominant nature and yet for now he yields to it. "I told you the last time we met that no harm would come to your children by my hand- I meant it. Evidently it is not myself but others you should fear." The words are spoken softly and yet with distinct conviction. Either Nadya would come to accept he was no threat to her children or she would not and yet to his own mind it appears only that her pack, her family, had once again failed to protect her and yet she continued to spurn his own offer. Hmm- perhaps this incident worked more to his favour then he had anticipated. The child's hand moved abruptly forward then, seeking to grasp the silver-coloured medallion that hung as a permanent fixture from his neck. For a moment the often indifferent man is given to soften- noticeable, expression shifting slightly into something far more....gentle. His youngest would be only a little older then this now, the son he had never seen or held, thoughts he hardly cares to think on, thoughts that touch his mind unnecessarily and are shoved aside with almost bitter relentlessness as Nadya proceeded to move her son away and the man's far more frosted exterior presents itself once more, expression returned to indifference. His own gaze lifts now as he straightens himself once more, one leg folding over the other as he takes back his previous position and the woman speaks. Both her spoken words and those that turn within her mind holding the stallion's attention. His fault? His scent? For a moment the man frowns, lips parting to ask after this matter of his scent and how it had somehow resulted in her children being within the forest during the full moon- when another of her thoughts, a stray one, a softer afterthought of sorts and one deliberately difficult to ensnare seems to catch itself in the web of his power. "Tobias is the father of your children? Your brother's friend? That is the man?....The one without shoes?" There is genuine surprise within the white-haired young man's voice now, a tone so rarely heard it near alarms even himself as his gaze finds her own, seeking some assurance that he has misread her thoughts in some capacity. Surely that was not the man. Was such a creature even capable of an act required to father children? It takes him several moments to gather himself, to retreat behind that façade of indifference once more and yet it is evident that such information has surprised him. Indeed it was almost amusing to a certain extent, some part of the equine inclined to ask the woman if such an act had been performed willingly and without the influence of either alcohol or some form of drug and yet this moment, perhaps, was not a place for such a conversation. This information however, would not be readily forgotten. The dark hair and eyes of both children now seeming so much more decidedly familiar- if not mildly displeasing. The woman's command to stay away from the boy seemed to return the equine to his thoughts once more, gaze flicking from the medical supplies to the slender young woman as she wandered into the kitchen, Frost remaining against the couch. She returned moments later with a bottle, as if this might soothe the child from his impending procedure, the boy immediately attempting to release himself from his Mothers hold. "Naja..." He has clearly gone unheard as the woman seats herself on the couch, reaching for the strap of her dress as he looks on, her desire seeming to take a moment to penetrate his thoughts entirely as she proceeds to expose at least part of herself before lifting the child to her breast. He has seen such a thing, many times and yet for a single moment the man finds his gaze lingering on the pleasant swell of breast- an entirely different desire stirring briefly within himself before he moves to look away. Content to offer her some modicum of privacy. The child, for his part, seems to settle- Frost continuing to stare toward the television despite it being turned off, responding to her question though his gaze remains ahead as tradition and courtesy dictates. "Yes, I know the place. I know the owner, Alexander, as well. That place will do fine. Naja...." Her request for the scissors silences him once more, the man leaning forward to grasp them, though they remain within his own hand now, seeking her attention though what little of his eyes can be seen remain determinedly upon her face. "I can heal your child Naja, entirely. Including the damaged flesh you cannot see. I can take away even the scar it will leave. I can do it without hurting him, you need only allow me to touch him." He pauses, briefly, assuring she has heard his words before a sigh of sorts falls from his lips as if the next words he offers displease him in some part and perhaps they do, though it matters not. "Your thoughts tell me you believe this is my doing, somehow. If that is what you feel then allow me to undo it. It will bring him no harm, I promise you that. My healing abilities are......greater than most." And came with a far greater price, yet he saw little need to mention that for now. His offer a far more generous gift then he is inclined to offer most though it is not without its own implications, thoughts kept to himself for now. |
Replies
- 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