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What You'll Find Here
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 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.
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 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.
How very offensive the smell of the hospital was. Nothing about it was natural. Nothing about it was pleasant. The sharp scent of antiseptic and disinfectant seemed to have removed each and every natural fibre from the space aside from the stenches of fear, panic and ...blood that seemed to linger to his far shaper animalistic senses even when the blood itself had long since been washed away. That equine part of him, that prey animal, was distinctly uneasy. Frost, as was so often his habit, so tended to shift that unease and discord into irritation. His mood rapidly darkening as those people fussed about Nadya with little indication of what they were doing or why. Was all of this truly necessary? An uncomfortable sense of worry had readily began to gnaw at him. Frost truly disliking that lack of control this very situation afforded him. The stallion simply unsure as to how best assist his mate. Those conflicting emotions and those continual tugs at that bond that bond them together as pack only furthered his own agitation in the situation.
Those very forms thrust roughly into his hands at least provide something for his mind to focus on, mundane as they were. The snowy-haired man monetarily distracted with attempting to fill out that information before the nurse near demanded to know whether or not he was family before gesturing toward the waiting room where several other worried families and individuals seemed to linger with varied degrees of concern. As if she believed he was merely going to sit upon some plastic chair and wait while they did who knew what to his own mate. Frost distinctly determined not to leave Nadya alone or unattended. The stallion simply refusing to trust even one of those doctors or nurses. The rapid darkening of his expression seemed to near instantly out that nurse on edge. Even her human senses, it seemed, capable of understanding his own authority here and now as she seemed to shrink away from him. Hmm. How pleasing a reaction that was. At least she was obedient. That near stuttered response he was rewarded with only prompted a snort from him, Frost all but brushing past the woman to follow In Nadya's wake, that clipboard thrust back toward her with only minimal details given. What business was it of the hospital where he lived? The moment Nadya was well enough her own Were-healing would kick in and heal whatever had gone wrong inside would surely be fixed. The hospital was not getting any of his details, or hers, beyond that bare minimum. The nurse, perhaps unsurprisingly, was unwilling to go after him again. The poor woman left stuttering in his wake as he strode into that room Nadya had been taken too.
The stark, white lights within were very near offensive to the eye. Frost almost forced to squint for several moments until his violet gaze became used to that overbearing brightness. Nadya, however, seemed ready to chastise him despite her current state. Her words earning little more than a dark look. In the very least if she was feeling well enough to tell him off she was surely improving. Frost allowed that momentary silence to persist before his shoulders lifted in a distinctly unhelpful and noncommittal shrug. The stallion, it seemed, in response to his own worry and that complex cascade of emotions that tore at him- determined to be difficult and irritable. Even if those emotions were not truly aimed at Nadya in any sense. Frost distinctly more stressed by that hospital environment then he was willing to admit.
"I will not tolerate fools."
Those cool, cold words easily left him then. Frost seeming to have shifted back to that near emotionless being once more before Nadya hed her hand out towards him. The equine shifted slightly forward, allowing his hand to take her own in some effort to comfort her before that doctor and his nurse strode in. The snowy-haired man inclined to become tense all over again as he eyed both warily from beneath that fringe of white hair. The doctor's near blase insistence they had gone through a 'rough night' only seemed to further the scowl upon his features. Rough did not begin to describe it. Was this fool of a man attempting to be funny? It was for Nadya's benefit alone that he remained silent as Doctor began that ultrasound. The mans announcement on that lack of life prompting a faint...sting within his own chest and yet, once more, Frost remained near ridgid beside his mate before the nurse left and the Doctor began to explain that next step. The man's very use of several of those more....femanine terms readily prompting his eyes to lift. A distinct sense of discomfort settling over him then. Surely this man did not intend to....do anything with those more sensitive parts of his mate did he?
The reappearance of the nurse with that tray of instruments prompted a look of wary confusion to Frost's own features before the doctor began to work. Frost near automatically taking a step toward the man with every intention of asking him what the hell he thought he was doing before Nadya's hand more tightly gripped his own- forcing his attention back upon her. Disneyworld? She wanted to talk about Disneyworld now? His violet gaze shifted from Nadya to the doctor and back again. That sense of distinct discomfort continuing to rise. Some things, surely, were meant for women alone. This, he was certain, was one of them.
"Disneyland is loud and crowded and not something I am familiar with."
He had never before been to any sort of theme park, the idea of it was...baffling to him. Loud noises, crowds and over excited children were hardly his own idea pleasant and yet, he supposed, if Nadya desired it he might be willing to try. Frost, once more, attempted to fixate his attention upon Nadya rather then that doctor.
"If it is something you truly desire to do then we can talk about it further....later. I think perhaps I will wait outside."
His patience for that Doctor was beginning to wear near paper thin, his own discomfort at being present for a procedure he was near certain was permitted to be attended to by women alone only furthering his confliction as he moved to take a step towards the door. Frost offering Nadya another, gentle squeeze of his hand.
"I will be right outside."
This- was entirely too much. How little he desired to leave her and yet how well he knew his own nature in turn. Frost moved to cross that room then before quietly opening the door and stepping outside, the door left minutely ajar if only to allow him to better hear that conversation from within before he lent heavily back against the wall. This had been a night he would sooner forget and yet one that neither of them was likely to ever truly cease to remember. A passing nurse within the hallway paused beside him then, the woman reaching out to touch his arm as his head jerked upward. "Are you alright?"
That distinctly cold response hardly seemed to deter the overly delighted young woman as she attempted to make conversation. "I've never seen hair like that before. Are you albino?"
The entire corridor, he was sure, had heard that. The young nurse jolting sharply with the sudden raise in his voice before hurrying away. Nadya, he was sure, far too distracted to yell at him this time.