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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 19, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
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For a moment or so longer the lithe young equine remains content to merely observe the slender feline before him, her posture hinting at some agitation at the manner in which he so effortlessly places himself within her path, halting her momentum with the pause in his own and yet for a few minutes longer he sees no reason as to why he cannot be the sole focus of her attention. Predators, he thinks, have an often exaggerated opinion of their own importance and yet Frost, at least, is entirely capable of forcing himself to be viewed as equally...dangerous when it should so suit him. She is a pretty thing, this girl, her dark features complemented by her skin and eyes, a contrast to himself in so many ways, so much dark to his light and yet some were simply born to shadow as some were born to sun- or snow. The manner in which she holds herself is a curious thing, one that clever mind has already begun to piece together though his features remain carefully neutral, neither wholly dominant and yet hardly submissive, meeting her own posture with an equality of sorts that offered a carefully placed neutrality- for now. After all, a predator was unlikely to attempt to decipher how best to escape him, more so her thoughts were sure to be inclined to how best to consume him and in truth the ever-calm blonde sees no reason to discourage those thoughts wholly, to keep her mind fixated on some belief of her own success. Ideally however, he sees no reason to anger her to much tonight. Women can be so disagreeable when agitated and far less likely to offer him the information he wants.

She is suspicious perhaps- and rightly so, a simper once more teasing at his lips, one of the only parts of his features truly visible, hinting at amusement in her sardonic tone as she proffers it towards him like a stinging barb- one that seems to do little more then shatter and falter upon his icy exterior as his hand simply extends to her own. For half a moment he very near expected her to reject this brief offer, reluctant to allow herself to touch him before seeming to relent to the idea. Predators after all, so often loathed to be seen as fearful, this ideology so terrible easy to exploit under the right conditions, each movement of the women noted somewhere within his mind and stored for later consideration. The comment in regards to his name however, is one he hasn't heard in rather a number of years, even Crow seeming unsurprised by this moniker although perhaps his snowy-hair had led her to the conclusion of so many others- that it was merely a nickname, a fond caricature of sorts bestowed as a child. How little they understand of his species and his culture and yet there was little harm in rewarding the womans bravery for daring to place her hand in his own with some information in regards to it- his grip tightening briefly upon hers as another grin simply weaved itself in place.

"It is a shortened version of the name my Father gave me, Frostbite."

The words are uttered with that same serene grace and ease, so coolly smooth and placed within the air as he allows barely a taste of his power to overcome her, guiding those chills from his hand to her own, pressing that icy cold through her veins and down her spine before he abruptly releases his hold in this brief display of merely one facet of his infinity and the reason behind his calling. Leaving her temperature to return on it's own after this mere flicker of his skill.

"Where I come from, the Mother gives a child his or her true name at birth, a name of which is known only to family and herd- or our riders, it is considered a powerful thing. Fathers bestow a common calling to be used, my Father seeming to enjoy naming us after our abilities. I also have some suspicion he could not remember our true names if he tried."

His lip simply quirks upward once more in a delicate touch of humour, counteracting her sarcastic question so very easily with the seriousness perhaps- of his own response, violet gaze flicking to her own beneath that thick, snow-hued hair. Nadya Tetradore. That should be easy enough to remember, along with the sweetness to her features. Different species or not, he is still entirely male, some characteristics holding appeal all the same though such thoughts remain entirely his own, features ever controlled with a calm so very disarming. Beta, was she? Hmm- how very curious and yet...useful. Her final question sees the lithe young man shift sideways, offering her the chance to return to her original path as Frost moved to seat himself easily upon the front wall of the house they stood outside, one leg folding loosely over the other, longer fingers taping against the cool stone his own affinity assured he simply did not feel, shoulders rolling in a loose shrug of sorts.

"If you are the Beta for your pack, why do you stray so far from your Alpha? Maybe I am incorrect, but my knowledge of packs has led me to believe a Beta is usually close to his Alpha at all times. Then again, perhaps you are simply more like me- a little more....independent then most would like, hmm?"

One eye simply lifted somewhere beneath that silken forelock of hair that seemed to hold her attention so, gauging her carefully now as that baritone voice parts his lips once more.

"Your pack interests me and in turn you interest me."

The answer is blunt perhaps and yet it is rare for this particularly male to speak anymore then is truly needed, each word holding meaning, purpose and reason though often so easily concealed behind those smooth lyrics.

"You are here and yet your pack remains within the West at that- boat. The fights do not interest you then? Or do you merely grow tired of the squabbling of grown men acting like children?"

That easy smile lingers upon his handsome features once more, having so easily noted not only the manner in which this woman moved and dressed, yet every notion of her posture, one that spoke of....breeding, a pedigreed Alpha to be sure- one that seemed to have accepted a lower position amongst a pack he had already begun to piece slowly together. It was a waste, really, to have such a female lingering upon the outskirts and yet for now their folly is more his gain, the man content to make the most of this delicate creature before him...


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