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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 June 09, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
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He had perhaps not anticipated his warnings and his thusly followed illusionary magic would somehow prompt the previously shy, nervous fae into starting her own monarchy for protection. There was the potential for such a thing to fall poorly in his favour. After all, a powerful enough monarchy could present a problem for his own pack if Samantha ever managed to summon up the spine to desire revenge against him. A Monarchy combined with Tetradore's pack was an even bigger problem that the white-haired man is left considering for several moments with no small measure of disdain. Typical really, he manages to find a nervous wreck of a girl and accidentally inspire some sense of purpose in her. Why had it been so easy with her and so difficult in Alexis? He ignores the thoughts for now, assured to keep his features neutral if not mildly pleased-looking at her big announcement. As her 'friend' he supposed he was obligated to share in some level of joy he hardly felt. The only saving grace of this entire debacle was surely the fact this monarchy seemed rather small. He would have to question Edie upon this Dorian fellows use later. He had enough faith in his beta's ability to assess the value of another being and whether or not he would be problematic. If the male fae proved to be difficult he would simply have to be....gotten rid of.

"Unless you intend to make the salad fork the symbol of your leadership then I tend to agree that there is little reason to actually stress over its use. For what it's worth though, at a formal dinner, you start on the outside and work your way in as far as cutlery goes."

He shrugs smoothly, the advice offered almost absentmindedly, Frosts explanation surely far more simple then anything Dorian had attempted to explain, although how the stallion possessed a knowledge of it at all remained to be seen. For several minutes still the man simply remains silent, allowing the girl to continue to ramble along as women so often tended to do, stressing over whether or not to inform her boyfriend of her self-appointed position even despite the fact most of her companions and colleges seemed aware of it already. If Nadya knew then there was every chance Aiden also knew, if they had shifted together at any stage everything Nadya knew was available to her Alpha- one of the few facts of Pack life Frost himself found disdain in. For now however, he sees no need to inform the girl her secret might have already been exposed, merely nodding his ascent. She speaks of her pack mates then, or whatever it is a Fae refers to her brethren as, assuring him of their loyalty. Hmm, it was often far easier to destabilize a leader by merely assaulting their companions, the very thing he did here and now against Tetradore and yet Samantha seemed assured of Dorian and Ivy, their names committed to memory and yet truly Frost anticipated they would be of little use in exploiting their Queen. Attempting to involve others risked exposing his own nefarious purposes, his knowledge of Fae monarchies to limited to encourage the man to attempt any action against them as a whole. He would merely have to remain with his original plan against the unfortunate Samantha herself.

It was a shame, truly, that she seemed to delight in Tetradore so much. She was a pretty thing, gentle and yet it is the gentle ones that are so often cast before the cannon fire. How many times had he seen it? How many times had he been the cause of it? It had been him, once, so many years ago and yet he refused to ever be such a thing again. It was merely unfortunate Samantha would learn such a lesson from him, the girl destined to be a causality of war and little more. She almost had potential too.

His mention of the three fae women, plucked so easily from her mind and twisted into a reality of his own making rapidly sees the woman before him change, Samantha sinking against the floor. Her mind moves in a flurry of activity, images and memory faster than he can truly grasp although her mind was steadily becoming more familiar to him, easier to ensnare as he is offered a glimpse into those thoughts and her fear of the shadows that seemed to linger everywhere. Hmm, it seemed he had manage to terrify her reasonably well, in the least, her own mid had expanded those fears exponentially. What little of his violet gaze can be seen lingers upon her, watching, simply because he can, because some part of him finds an utter satisfaction in his little game. His need to stay in character however, sees him shift at last, moving around to ease himself down beside the girl in some effort to comfort her. It is a stiff, awkward attempt and yet in the girl's state of distress he is assured she will hardly notice his own ineptness at attempting such a gesture. Giving comfort- after all, was not entirely his forte. He merely seats himself beside her, features rearranged into a look of concern.

"I don't know much more, Sam. I'm sorry. I wasn't supposed to be reading those files as it was. Do you....know these girls? If you know something about them maybe I can pass the information on to some of my Hunter friends and they can be found sooner. All I know is they are frequenting this area. You have your companions though don't you? You said Dorian lived with you. You're not alone, I'm sure you're safe. Just....well....try to not be alone. They are not above killing- these three, I know that."

The small snapshots of thought regarding these three girls he has managed to steal from her are not nearly sufficient to provide a description to her in turn, the man instead seeking to have her describe them to him- if only to work into his next bout of illusions, his words twisted with a practiced care to assure it was she whom gave him information and no the other way around.


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