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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 24, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
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It was easy. Far, far too easy to undo this woman. She was so naive. So utterly, stupidly naive that it was almost cruel, even for him, to bring about her destruction. For a moment still his violet gaze lingers upon her, this fae girl whom had become nothing other than collateral damage in a war Aiden had been foolish to ever attempt to engage within. Keeping Nadya away from him was perhaps the last straw, the girl perhaps one of the few things he actually held some amount of...care for. She was a weak point, one he should never have allowed himself to have and yet Nadya's existence could not be undone nor made meaningless to him now. He would merely toy with what Tetradore cared about, if only because he could, if only to make a point and if only because he feels like it. It was simply a shame that the silly, love-struck woman before him had to be involved. She was harmless really. Fae Queen or not he hardly believed she had any true power, nor would she be capable, surely, of actually summoning any real force to her side. He would not dismiss her totally and yet his level of concern for her actual skill remained distinctly low. She and her companions would be easy enough to get rid of if need be. A shame really, she was.....one of the few creatures I this world who actually possessed hope. It was a delicate thing, a fragile thing, one the stallion recognises in her with a sharp and almost painful character. She belived in good in this world, she believed in compassion and caring and the unflinching belief that no one would ever truly possess nefarious intentions. She was stupid- so very foolish and yet in one way it was...admirable perhaps. He had been the same once. So, so long ago it was little more than a shadow of a memory and one he hardly cared to call upon now. Someone always broke them in the end, the hopeful ones, he would merely be her lesson in life as a woman had once been his so long ago.

He kneels easily beside her as she collapses, forcing his body to at least pretend to offer some care for the girl, his levels of apathy shielding him entirely from her emotional reach, offering her only that which he allowed her to feel- most of it fabricated from a being so entirely detached little emotion ever truly touched him anymore. Yet his acting skills at least remain assured, the vaguest taint of illusion assuring he appeared sincere in every way. He offers her what information he can, watching her beneath that snowy fringe of hair, gaze measuring each reaction upon her features with care, tailoring his words and actions just as he needed to better sway the woman only further into his trust. The names she offers are committed to memory, the small look into her mind affording him a hint of her own thoughts, allowing the images of the women to form within his own mind. It is painfully easy to combine her words and thoughts, the girl so willingly offering him her story, her mind affording him a veritable cinematic of terror as she spoke.

He knew little of Fae rituals, such things closely guarded among the winged-race, even amongst their own ranks it would seem. Frost doubting truly Samantha would hold any knowledge of how to turn a human should she choose and yet he memory, her words, afford him more then enough as his features frown now at her story- gaze widening slightly in some forced reaction to her story, attempting to appear shocked, horrified even at this tale.

"Samantha I...."

His words simply break away, head turning from her, one hand lifting to run through his snowy hair as if in distress, his gaze concealed from her still and perhaps thankfully so. This feigned emotion hardly reaches his eyes after all, that violet gaze as devoid as ever. Perhaps her tail should have affected him, perhaps, somewhere, some part of him did care and yet he has seen this before. He has seen torture and horror- he has seen families die or be torn apart. It is no different to his childhood. It is no different to war. Why should she be spared from the terrors of the world when he had never been? Why should he feel sorry for her? Life was life. She was merely admirable, he supposed, because even the evident loss of her mortality had failed to totally break her spirit and prevent her from having any true caution in the world. She was either brave, or entirely senseless. Her gaze moved to meet his own once more.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, I'm sorry they did this. It never should have happened I....I never knew that was how a fae was made. Is that how all fae are made?"

This, in the least, is a genuine question, true curiosity tainting his words now as he continues to rest beside her, unwilling to touch her- though for far more reasons then she surely anticipated- merely allowing the silence of the room to echo in the wake of her speech before he sighs.

"You are probably right then, they probably are here for you. If they made you- they may want back what is theirs.....and what is yours too. Your fae friends could be in danger as well- they might claim them for themselves. I will help you as much as I can Samantha but please, please be careful. Make sure you keep yours doors locked, your windows too and keep an eye on your followers- they will be easy targets."

Why not make her paranoid of not only herself, but everyone she cared about? His work, he thinks, is very near done here. Edie seeming to have done rather a wonderful job at keeping 'Dorian' busy. He'd have to reward her later.



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