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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.

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.

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'.

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.

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Posted on April 29, 2018 by Malia Tate
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He looked like he was enjoying that flower maybe a little too much. So maybe Henry had gotten her to see that salad wasn't so bad with a lot of dressing and toppings but flowers? She drew the line there. She scrunched up her nose in distaste as she watched him eat it. He acted like it was a cupcake or something. Now THAT sounded good. He didn't even have the decency to look guilty when he noticed that he was being watched. He only threatened her which made her snort and roll her eyes. She was sure Nadya would do a lot more damage if she found out before he could even get to her. Luckily for him, she wasn't a huge fan of the flowerbeds herself so she could care one way or another. She had to overcome the huge urge to dig them up every chance she got. It just looked like fun. But knowing how much Nadya seemed to enjoy them, she decided to leave them be.

He seemed only amused when she said that she had something on him. She knew he probably wouldn't trust her not to tell Nadya, not completely anyway. Oh well, it would keep him on his toes. She listened as he told her to get out in the open area of the grass, eager to start this training. She hadn't had a lot of practice with fighting in her human form cause most of the time when danger threatened, her go-to was to shift. It was just natural to her cause she was confident fighting in her Were form. But she didn't discount that if she knew some moves in her human form, that would be cool too. She made a fist when asked and raised a brow in question when he leaned in to move her thumb. It seemed odd to her at best until he explained about not breaking it. Her first thought was that they were Were's and healed faster than most so why worry about it? He lifted his own brow in response to her comment and asked why break it if you don't have to. She shrugged.

"Fine, I guess I see your point. Continue." She said dismissively, though her lip twitched with humor. She did like getting under his skin but he seemed to have a high threshold of patience. Maybe that's what made him the best alpha for her. He had the inkling of a grin on his face, always finding amusement when she brought out their own fight and how he bested her by stampedeing toward her again and again in an open space. If there was a next time for a spar or something, she wouldn't make that mistake again. She'd find a cramped space where she could move easily and it would only hamper him. That would have been the smart play the first time around. Oh well, you live and you learn. He said he has more and told her not to watch so much television which prompted a snort and eye roll from her. Then he told her to wait and she raised a brow. At least he didn't say Stay. That would have been really insulting.

She crossed her arms and waited as told, tapping her foot impatiently till he came back around from the garden shed with two bales of hay. She tilted her head, watching as he stacked them on top of each other. Then he told her to make a fist again. This time she remembered his tip about the thumb. He told her not to hit too hard and she scowled, obviously not liking that part. Rolling her shoulders, she exhaled and moved over to the bale. Balling up her fist, she started off with a few short jabs, unable to help the way she felt stupid barely hitting it. It felt like she was barely hitting it to her, anyway. She was used to always using at least half her strength in any fight. Sure, she'd learned how to hold her punches as a coyote with her former pack but she didn't take it easy on them either cause there was always either a lesson to be learned or someone that needed to be taken down a peg or two.

She paused as he spoke again after she jabbed a few times, turning her gaze toward him as he gave some more tips. She liked the compliments, her eyes shining, but then he told her she wasn't using her body right and she shut back down in a scowl, her eyes narrowing. She hated criticism. She knew he meant well by it and was only trying to teach her but she still had her issues with authority. He told her how to turn her body so she looked down as if she had to watch her body move into the position he told her to. She held up her fist as he gave the last tips of turning her body into it, getting her foot ready to pivot a little to throw more of her weight behind it. She did a few more jabs for practice then smirked and used 70%, enough to send the hay bale flying a few feet back and onto the ground. She crossed her arms and turned to Frost with a triumphant expression, watching as he went to get the bale and set it back on top of the other.

He told her to practice more and she nodded, the eagerness of the task showing in the twinkle of her eyes. This would never be considered boring or taxing to her. She loved physical activity so this was her paradise. And she would be good at it just like she was with shifting after such a short time. She was determined. At his question of weak points on a human, she furrowed her brows in thought, turning to face the bales and picturing Henry since he was the first person to come to mind. She smirked. "Well, the face obviously. A lot of bones to break and if you do it just right, you injure the brain and leave them either catatonic or dead. Um....maybe the chest. With Were strength, you can cave in the ribcage and puncture the lungs or heart." She shrugged. "That's about it for most effective. I mean, breaking limbs are effective in slowing them or shutting down their motivation but it's not fatal. Oh! The neck, duh. Crush the windpipe, tear out the jugular, that whole bit.Or just break the neck and cut off circulation to the brain." She grinned, amused that she almost forgot the most basic kill shot for a Were in animal form.



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