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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.
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Posted on February 29, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 "It isn't about male or female, Calliel. Many of the mares were actively involved in military work as well, neither gender held much more choice then the other- in the end. As for one stallion having many mares- that is simply natural for our species, yet that does not mean we must observe it. I think of you and Claire as my pack- not my herd. There is a distinct difference." Why he seeks to educate her on the matter he hardly knows. Perhaps it is simply because she is pack that such information should be freely given if asked, that there may well come a time when such information is useful to her, after all, it is only that which goes unsaid that remains useless. Knowledge, in any extent, is power and on some level perhaps he simply attempts to bring about her understanding of his past- not her acceptance. Why seek from her what he cannot even give himself? As for the difference between pack and herd- that is a distinction decidedly clear to himself and one he determines to achieve from her in the least. Her thoughts in those moments are tangled, conflicted and yet he hardly expected any different, her choice of the word 'brainwashed' was perhaps not entirely off target, the faintest of simpers touching his lip in appreciation for the girls simple, easy intelligence. He was right to have believed that off her from the beginning. She was a decidedly clever girl in the end that alone would be far more powerful than anything else she managed to achieve. Riot's departure in a state of confused confliction sees the snowy-haired man rise in a similar fashion, placing himself before his subordinate now with some small measure of determination to teach, his words seeing one hand move to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her murmured words seeing a frown of sorts mark his features all the same. He is silent a moment, evidently considering the words and his own, a soft sigh released at last as he simply moves to lean away, arms folded smoothly across his chest now as what little of his gaze can be seen beneath his forelock of white hair rests upon her. "Does it matter if they do?" His own powers have already extended, teasing at the thoughts of her mind, aware of the fears that turn within them and her evident concern over his choice of words, the vaguest touch of amusement lingering upon his features before he simply returns to his ever-present look of controlled nonchalance. "Calliel, I do not own you anymore then I own the sun, you do not own me- I know that and you know that, what others think hardly matters. They will see you are my pack and nothing else- if I need to make them understand then I will." His words remain, smooth, cool, easy and yet decidedly assured, Frost rarely given to speak without meaning, much less to speak in any way insecurely, his head nodded in assurance, the man offering no further comment upon her insecurity about his own compliment before moving to head towards the door and out into the cold air with the girl in tow. He gestures easily to the side of the house and the shelter provided by the trees there, his powers moving readily to ensnare the girl and keep her warm in these moments as he does. "I recommend taking off your clothes if you don't desire to ruin them and I feel you will have little choice in the matter- look." He moves to gesture smoothly upward now as the clouds part away from the moon, revelling it within its complete fullness now. She would have changed tonight regardless, as nearly every Were would seek to do so. "I won't be far." It is also he offers before moving to step away, leaving her to her privacy- though in truth she would soon need to learn to ignore her shame of it. Nakedness within the Were community was hardly a concern. For tonight however, he sees no need to further upset her, unbuttoning his own shirt with ease, the rest of his clothing following suit- folded neatly beneath a tree before his form rapidly gives way to the hulking pale stallion. Nostrils flare, large blows of heated air rising like smoke around him, heavy feet crunching against the snow and wet earth. The bond alone will assure her that he is coming once more, lingering upon the edges of the shadows until he is assured she has fished her change, a deep throated wicker erupting from within his throat to call her towards him now, waiting for her to come to his side. We will walk until you feel your legs, I assure you, by the end of tonight you will desire to run. Regardless of what you may think of those you meet tonight you will....understand perhaps, what it is to be amongst your own kind and the delight in that. Come now. Large feathered hooves move off once more, slowly, ploughing easily through the snow, assuring he maintains beside his companion before increasing his speed a little more each time she catches him again. She will never learn if she does not extend herself, Frost determined to push, even within this small manner as the deep prints of Riot become clear now the further away from the town they move, pressing deeper into the trees before reaching the clearing at last. The heavy form of the stallion comes to a halt upon the tree line, ears pricked neatly forward atop his skull, waiting for Calliel to join him before his head tosses in the direction of the open field before them. The ground near rumbles beneath them, the impact of a number of hooves colliding against it resulting in the drumming sound as it comes, growing in loudness the closer it approaches before the darkness seems to emit them as they charge forward and towards Frost and Calliel. The leader is a sleek dark mare, faster and lighter then the others, a young colt foal galloping frantically beside her in an effort to keep up with his mother, his coat a creamy dun colour, his mane a shock of white, followed by the heavy, golden Riot, a more lightly built dappled grey stallion and another mare, a stocky chestnut who seemed to find the snow far more difficult to gallop in then the others. Brace yourself, Engill. The leading mare is the first to reach them, slowing as she approaches, very near colliding into Frost as her son makes a desperate attempt to slow himself in the slow, skidding and sliding about on gangly legs as his Mother embraces the pale stallion. Riot manages a more graceful stop, circling around Frost and Calliel, the chestnut mare halting a short distance away beside the dapple grey stallion, whose arched neck and high step indicates evident interest in the new pair, moving his lightly feathered feet forward to extend his nose towards Calliels own. Frost moves to detangle himself from the dark mare, head inclined briefly to Calliel now. Calliel, this is Sophia- she does not use her horse name, her son Zero, that is Wraith, you know Riot and that is.... "I can introduce myself, Frost." The words of the grey stallion momentarily see Frosts own ears slide backward, each content to eye the other a moment before the grey spoke again, attention firmly upon Calliel now. "Vanish. Calliel was it? Is that your real name, or your equine name?" For a moment Frost simply allowed his attention to rest upon the pair before the violet of his gaze drifted to the dun colt with the white mane, noticing only now the startlingly blue eyes upon the boy, head inclined briefly to Sofia, her head nodding softly. Hmm, curious indeed. |
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- Now I am Unbreakable - By Calliel Alosi on March 05, 2016 at 10:07 PM
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