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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.

ice, ice baby (Nadya)


Posted on April 10, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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It had been some time since he had bothered to make his way back down this particular street, boots scuffing at the still-damp pavement from the rain that had finally ceased to fall, the air still cool and heavy with the moisture however, offering little more than a fine mist that seemed to hover about, partially obscuring the unusually white-haired man as he moved. The momentary neon glow from the screen of the phone within his pocket briefly saw the young man pause, a muttered curse upon his lips as reached to fish it from within his pocket, half expecting it to be Claire once more only to announce she had managed to lock herself within her own wardrobe else found yet another of his book she could not read and required translation- his patience for such things perilously thin tonight. The name that lingered upon the screen however was not that of his petite blonde pack mate, handsome features scowling slightly as he moved to lift it to his ear, continuing to stroll as he did in the direction of the home he had made his target for this evening.


"What?"


The voice upon the end of the line is met with little more then a soft exhale by way of response, lashings of white hair tumbling readily into his gaze as he moves, forever obscuring his eyes beneath that thick, tousled forelock of hair that so seemed to resemble his more bestial form.


"Well get rid of it then. No- I'm not at home I'm out, I'm.....visiting. I'll do it myself if you are so entirely incapable."


He hardly cares to hear the protests that follow, thumb sliding easily across the end call button upon the device before returning it to the pocket of his dark jeans, adding yet another task to his list of things to complete before the week was out. The sooner he found those of potential value the sooner he could rid himself of those whom no longer actually served his purpose. How dithering some beings were never truly ceased to amaze him, much less how entirely weak they could be when pushed. Weakness would get them nowhere, not in this life and if they needed him to teach it to them then so be it. Alexis had been the same, the barest hint of a simper seeming to trace his lips for a moment indefinable before fading once more. Such a sweet little thing she was, so very...vulnerable and yet so much more capable when given the right stimulus. How very wasted she was- although in truth if given the chance he is entirely assured he can rewire he thinking a little- much as he is sure the woman he has come to see can be...persuaded, if only given enough time and the right conditions.


Nadya Tetradore however- was an entirely different case and one the equine was not wholly opposed to. He had very near enjoyed the young woman upon their last meeting, her sarcasm and intelligence a refreshing thing, even if she danced so perilously upon his line of tolerance at times, the game she played inviting enough and one he was willing to indulge her in. His visit tonight however was entirely of his own volition, the man far more observant then the swaths of hair across his gaze would have him appear to be, Frost entirely given to the more...pertinent skills of his species when he chose to be, so very much more aware then he ever allowed to be known. Nadya had hardly been willing to admit her pregnancy to him, even despite the pointedness of his query upon their last meeting, his experience however already allowed the man a certain...ability to detect such things among women, the time that has given to pass since their encounter surely long enough for his visit to be....well placed.


One hand lifts to rap easily against the door, arms folding loosely across his chest as he simply waits, the time no later than seven pm, assured the woman would still be awake- sleep, after all, did not often come easily to those plagued with....offspring- the scents of which he is made readily aware of the moment the door is given to open, features shifting slightly, an expression...curiosity perhaps, shifting upon his features before it was readily concealed once more- a gift bag offered towards the women with no words to accompany it, dangling neatly from a single finger as he holds it towards her, allowing the opportunity for her to take it and peer inside.


"It is a survival kit."


The barest hint of a simper teases loosely upon his lip, arms returning to fold back across his chest as he moves to lean within the doorway of the apartment, letting her find the selection of chocolate bars, bottle of vodka and ear plugs nestled beneath the soft toy horse that sits atop it, each hoof made from teething, chewable rubber, the body given to rattle with every shake. An evidently...surprising gift perhaps, from a man whom has never indicated any such knowledge of children- nor sees fit to elaborate any further upon it as his free hand merely extends a selection of congratulations cards towards her.


"Boy, girl, puppy- I hardly knew. So you got one for each."


The mention of 'puppy' is little more than a tease, Nadya yet to mention the Father of her offspring, his curiosity in such concealed information assured and yet easily glazed over once more as he regards the woman before him- so wasted within her current pack, truly.


"Are you going to invite me in or am I going to stand on your doorstep for the rest of the evening, hmm?"



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