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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 April 29, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
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"Indeed."

He merely muses the words in response to her own, fingers tracing a pattern near absentmindedly in the leather of his chair, his thoughts momentarily distracted by her own, the man content to peer within her mind on occasion as he did with near every being he was content to meet. His apparent affections for Nadya had not gone unnoticed despite Frosts belief they had remained discrete. Women, he supposed, tended to be capable of seeing far more then men in this regard, some part of the man finding the vaguest touch of amusement in it and yet for the most part he afforded it no further thought as Edie spoke of patience and her evident lack of it. In the short time he had known the woman he hardly doubted the truth of her words, she seemed the type to be prone to action ahead of thought, rashness perhaps and yet in the right situation a little boldness was hardly a poor trait. It simply needed to be managed in just the right way, his lip quirking smoothly upward before the smooth, cool baritone of his voice resounds in the space once more.

"Then perhaps it is fortunate I offer patience enough for the both of us."

The words offer little implication and yet the meaning behind them exists all the same, one eye lifting ever so slightly in an ever so subtle suggestion to the woman that he hardly required her assistance in further anything with Nadya more quickly then he desired it- though whether Edie truly cared to heed such a thing he hardly knew. He half suspected she would not. Her mention of discipline earning a loose shrug from the man, Frost content to let her own thoughts wander in that regard, her momentary curiosity in regard to his animal form hardly missed and yet once more the man sees little need to offer her any further information. If she could not tell from the scent of him, as some could not, then she would find out in time. That she understood he was hardly prey was pleasing enough, her mention of strategy earning another soft chuckle from the man. Perhaps this one would have her uses yet.

"It is a strategic choice in itself. The Ark is a veritable fortress and it is a lucrative business all in one, it is hardly my style but it has its strong points all the same. An accomplice of mine did some work within it for me once, I have floorplans of most of it."

Yet it was the getting in at all that would prove to be the most difficult of his actions, the man having little doubt Tetradore was foolish enough to have neglected to make the staff aware of Frost's own appearance- his stark white hair hardly forgotten readily. He leans forward ever so slightly, Edie moving to do the same at his request, the girls grin displaying some ready sense of willingness all the same. Either she truly enjoyed having a task else her own curiosity was significant enough to send her plunging into the Ark- the man hardly anticipating a warm welcome for the woman should her allegiance be discovered and yet he held some hope the girl was intelligent enough to keep herself free from harm. In the least she seemed to perceive her own value- his eyes rolling slightly at her assurances she had little intention to die. If she was as useful as he suspected she might be she would surely manage to come back alive regardless. His movement to the liquor cabinet seemed to inspire some movement in the girl itself, Edie appearing beside him mere moments later to take the glass from his fingers. It is her own hand running against his arm however that so seems to seize his attention, her touch a decidedly pleasant thing, one he is hardly immune too- a distinct and deliberate desire momentarily heating every vein in the man. Real fun? Had the woman had any true idea of exactly how long it had been he had little doubt she'd find a way to tease him about it and yet, outside of Calliel so few understood, so few truly knew why he had continued to pull away from an offer of truly intimate contact, or his own touches were inclined to start and end with a kiss. There is no lack of desire, no lack of ability and yet he remembers so much he desires so desperately to forget with each stroke of her fingers against his arm.

There had been truly little pleasure with any of the women whom had come before, they had been a task.....his job and yet one he had never truly relished in within all the years of his own captivity. Inexperience had simply become nonchalance over time, he had felt little, if anything for them and yet it had never ceased to amaze him in some fashion that for each of the nine children he had fathered he had felt something. Something created from nothing. How he loathed these thoughts and memories. How he hated......feeling. Truly he is sure he is not nearly drunk enough to consider them, or any of the children he had not been allowed to see, nor the life he had escaped from and yet one that still hunted him so relentlessly. How long would it be, truly, before they found him again? Had those he left behind suffered because of him? Surely they had. His children, his mother.....what kindness did Hunters have for those born of stallion marked with bad blood? Uncontrollable. Wild. The kinder of the descriptions afforded to him. He'd damned himself the day he refused, he'd damned all of them.

His features barely shift, offering little more then a teasing simper to her words, not even the vaguest of hints towards the inner turmoil her single touch had resulted in. He never had been with any woman because he desired it, because he felt any affection or love, because he chose too. They had all been chosen for him. Some part of the man entirely unsure how to display any true affection in such a situation and it is not one he is willing to deal with today, even despite the desire the woman before him coaxes so readily from him. His free hand moves easily to shift from the tequila to the bottle beside it. It was rare indeed he offered anyone the Brevinnin, Icelands most signature drink and one far more potent then most were used to. How little would it take, truly, before the girl hardly remembered attempting to coax anything from him? He fills his own glass easily, reaching for hers.

"I'm going to assume you've never had this before, it's a little stronger then what your used to I'm sure- this is the drink of my country. Best served chilled."

His fingers merely lift to touch to her shot glass, ribbons of ice gliding smoothly along it at his touch, once of the more novel uses for his power as he returns the glass to her.

"As for you looking decidedly gorgeous, I'm not going to argue, though I'm not nearly so easy as that."

He chuckles smoothly once more, teasing her easily, his form this time finding its place on the lounge Edie had occupied before, reclining with ease. It could hardly be too hard to distract the girl from what she was after, Frost rather content to hide what he may well be incapable of giving, leaving space on the end f the lounge for the woman to join him. The bottle of Brevinnin placed beside him.

"What do you say we play a little game? How opposed are you to truth or dare, hmm?"

A decidedly childish game and yet there are few games Frost ever plays without a....twist.





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