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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 May 19, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
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Dorian?

For half a moment the white haired man simply pauses, contemplating the name he has been offered through the door, the woman assuring him he held a key. Ah- the roommate perhaps, the one he had charged Edie with at least attempting to keep from arriving for an hour or so. He hardly held issue with meeting the other man, in fact, Frost found himself intrigued by the fae all the same and yet it was his assumed closeness with Samantha the man sought to avoid initiating. Men tended to be protective, territorial, even when not driven to be so by their species and as such the presence of a male fae offers further variables the man would rather not be forced to consider. Besides, there was always the chance this Dorian may have also befriended the nightshade pack, Frost finding himself unwilling to have another loose tongue to concern himself with. Then again, the fae could always be taken care of in other ways. It was surely fortunate then- that Edie was handling the matter in perhaps the more gentle of manners then any of the other choices that existed before him. When Samantha moves at last to open the door the man forces an easy smile onto his features, her surprise palpable as she near spluttered a greeting and yet she seems to accept his merely having been in the neighbourhood as a more then logical assumption before stepping aside from the door to wave him in.

It was a rather decent apartment, in fact it was perhaps nicer then the stallion had anticipated and yet the man offers not outward sign of any true emotion in regards to the home, merely allowing his violet gaze to wander across it before nodding to her request to head to the kitchen. His movements are fluid, easy and yet he moves with a distinct purpose all the same- careful to prevent himself brushing up against any of the furniture. It would be decidedly unnoticeable all the same, unless Tetradore decided to prowl about the apartment in his feline form and yet Frost is hardly careless all the same as he allows himself to be led to the kitchen upon the offer of tea. The fae girl moves to place the kettle on the stove, cutting off any words he had been about to offer with her own, surprise finding his features at her mention of having taken her own steps to handling the fae problem he had so convinced her existed. That she had created her own monarchy was an entirely....surprising notion and one the equine finds he had hardly accounted for. How many fae were required to found a Monarchy? How many did she have? At least....three he is sure, after all a Were Pack required the same amount, herself and two others, this Dorian perhaps and yet that still left one unaccounted for. How very displeasing it would be to be...hounded by a fairy platoon or whatever the hell it was one called a group of fae. This was distinctly unappealing news and yet for the sake of his ruse the man at least attempts some look of feigned excitement, grinning readily towards the girl now.

"Well, congratulations then."

Whom would ever elect this woman Queen he hardly knows, the girl had barely been capable of running the burlesque, her fellow fae hardly seeming all that taken with her and yet perhaps she possessed more skill then she outwardly appeared. Still- a monarchy was far more of a problem, at least, it held the potential to be if they decided to take outward offense to him for so upsetting their leader. Hmm, perhaps getting rid of this Dorian and whomever else answered to her would be a far simpler solution. How hard could it be to kill two fae? A thought for later perhaps, Frost allowing his smile to linger.

"And you trust them then, your loyal subjects?"

He offers her only the vaguest hint of doubt that one of them, perhaps, was less loyal then they appeared, assured his expression offers little more than concern and the faintest trace of amusement at his reference to her royalty as if he is content to share in her joy of her newfound and decidedly unfortunate confidence. Such a shame to shatter that so entirely and yet he'd already come this far, he saw no need not to finish what he started.

"I'm glad you've found others whom share your ideals although I suppose I need be a little more honest with my reasons for being here, especially if you are commanding other fae now. I do some work for one of the Overseeing Councils in the area."

It is not, exactly, a lie, he does work for the Hunters Council in an extended capacity, he has also been on the run from them for several years and yet really unless pressed for details on exactly which council he saw little need to offer further information.

"There have been rather a number of fae related incidences in the area- the Hunters are upset, fae have become their target of late, I have little belief your fae are involved but it may be better to keep them close to you or off the streets as much as you can."

That, he thinks, should limit any chance of anyone from her monarchy becoming involved else suspicious of himself. It was ironic really, that the girl may well limit the very people designed to protect her through her own fears and yet what leader would willingly allow the members of her group to wander about in harms way?

"There are three fae in particularly, three women they are having trouble, appending if you will and for some reason they are lingering in this area. I'm not entirely supposed to read council documents and yet I knew this was your area- I simply thought you should be aware."

Yes, such a concerned friend he is, every word a lie and yet delivered with a surely believable ease, plucking at the strings of her mind he had played so well before, playing upon her fears of the girls whom had turned her into the very creature she was. It was almost cruel really and yet Frost finds himself decidedly unmoved.


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