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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 November 16, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
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Somewhere beneath that length of white hair those violet eyes manage to lift and look away from the cold steel of the bench that had so seemed to hold the man's interest until the click and scrape of a heel upon the ground saw his attention drift with a lazy ease to rest upon the feminine figure that strode determinedly down the sidewalk, her form swathed in loose clothing as she moved with evident purpose. Where she was going and why seemed to entice his thoughts, after all, it was rare to find a female moving with such purpose upon the streets so late within the evening and yet perhaps he hardly cared wither way, his own patience having proven fruitful tonight as the air around him delivered that oh so potent scent of predator to his ever sensitive senses, assuring him that this was, indeed, the woman he had sought. For a moment or so he simply continues to watch her, his own features obscured, as always, beneath his ever-present forelock of hair before she seems to become aware of him, a simper briefly lacing his features in amusement. Hunting the hunter was forever a game he so seemed to enjoy. Her words however- were, rather entertaining.

"Well now, aren't we touchy?"

Those smooth liquid lyrics roll so coolly from his throat as always, the man moving to easily lift himself upward from the bench, lean, toned frame wandering readily towards the woman now, black boots scuffing against the damp road as the equine simply moves to cross the road, placing himself before her and upon the path, leaning back against the nearest street lamp with lackadaisical ease. Perhaps he is nature's very opposition, a creature designed to be prey, designed to flee before the mere scent of one such as the woman before him and yet he ignores it- blatantly so, pressing towards it and against it, ignoring the very instinct to which his species has been afforded to lounge before her now with a calm so unnerving. Perhaps he is merely foolish and yet he simply moves to command the space around him as he commands all else, Alpha blood, after all, does not flow quietly- just as it is not easily ignored, one eye lifting ever so slightly at that which he senses within this other woman. She too is of...stronger stock, the first he has met so far. How very intriguing.

Such information however, is simply folded away and within the confines of his mind- at least for a few moments more as he appraises the woman before him entirely. She reeks of cat and yet there is something more, something underlying, something both enticing and yet repelling all at once as if she possess an undertone of sorts the likes of which he simply cannot pinpoint- shifting slightly closer to her once more s those chilling lyrics seem to part his lips once more, words uttered upon barely a whisper to himself.

"Now aren't you fascinating."

What it is about her he hardly knows, a scent of sorts that he cannot quite ascertain, the young man, for now, oblivious to her current state of being as his attention returns once more to her own gaze, violet optics meeting her own somewhere beneath that white hair that rests so strikingly atop his head, very near set aglow within the light of the lamp.

"As for my problem, well, I was hoping you, my dear, might be able to solve it."

She was, after all, sure to have the information he sought and yet he sees no need to begin searching for it just yet, much of it could be gleamed regardless, he is sure, from what was unsaid let alone what was. He manages something that may well have been a smile, quite a beautiful look, truly, upon someone so snow-touched in the dark.

"I think we should probably start at the beginning, don't you? Frost."

One hand slides easily from his jacket pocket, held towards her now, his own power lightly wielded to assure the hand he offered her was comfortably warm and nothing else, unusual perhaps, for the chill of the air and yet perhaps she simply would not notice.

"Seems a little late for a female to be hunting alone, does you pack not leave the West as you do?"




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