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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.

Sign in blood, bury your rights in a body bag

Posted on October 26, 2019 by HARLEY WESTWARD

No black magic can't control me
And no curse can let you own me

Too easily he stripped her figure of her clothing, which might as well have been her armour. That pain of the beast inside of her wanting nothing more to claw its way out, to burst out of that mere human shell, which stole the very breath from the woman's lungs. She didn't make it easy on him, digging her nails into his flesh, thrashing within his arms she hardly felt safe in, anything to ease up or pry that grip from her vulnerable form. It was a violation, far more than he had already. This was her body, not his, she would be damned if he tried to steal it from her too. That snarl echoed that very response, escaping her. Such an animalistic sound was surprising because it was not from her but the creature harboured inside. Yet it barely hindered her as she slammed backwards with such force in attempts to unhinge him from his balanced feet. Nothing seemed to work, that fight in her was valiant, but it was futile as the moon that now enslaved her. The moon, her alpha, the vampires at her door step. All of it prying for a piece.

Tetradore chose not to respond to that question but infuriatingly enough, offer it right back. That answer came far too easy that it clearly did him. That fury, that power inside of her heart near exploding like a bomb with that hope to survive. That unintentional tremble of her body hardly unnoticed and yet her words are strong. "It looks like you feel like you hadn't taken enough from me and now you want my body too." She hissed, that throat constricting as he made quick work of her pants, letting them fall to the floor. Like hell she was going to make this easy for him. She didn't care if she made this so much worse for herself, she needed to fight, for herself, for her dignity, for the very being she was. She would fight until she couldn't anymore. She would be the eye of that storm and that determination near reflected in her eyes, that storm that crackled beneath her skin.... Their gaze locked intensely for a time, his emerald eyes daring not to wander and rove across her naked form. That was odd in itself and yet it did little the calm her.

She loathed him, truly in that moment, with every ounce of her roaring presence that dwelled inside a mere girl. She hated him as he picked her clothes clean, as he lowered to the ground to remove those pants. She allowed the vehemence lash out from her and she saw that brief opening as small as it was. She took it.. She kneed him right in the face with all the strength she could muster, she held back nothing in that effort to kick him, all that frustration, all that feeling of helplessness in a far from helpless woman went into that kick. While it didn't go as she had planned, it went far better as Tetradore teetered backward landing with a thick thud upon the ground, planted firmly upon his ass. Yeah that's right, she thought smugly, noticing the way his nose bled. It seemed to rouse the feline from inside all the same, as if she viewed it smugly. She drew first blood. She broke it! It wasn't the first time she had made contact, but it was the first time he bled.. and damnit she could not deny it felt good.

Jesus Christ... he exclaimed in the wake of his pain. "Well amen to that." She replied sardonicly as he so nursed his sore nose. "What the fuck did you think? I would just let you?" It was useless to run and fought the urge to kick him again, this time right where the sun didn't shine. His legs were already parted just so, it would have been easy. Just like that that wrenching pain assaulted her again causing her to crumple within herself, her spine curving just so.

A small helpless whimper broke from her once sealed lips, she could feel it, that feline climbing to the surface of her as if craving to meet the moon. As much as she wanted to cover her naked form, that pain, those foreign, twisting sensations seemed far worse. That pull to obey luring her forward, every ounce of him was an alpha.. and whether she liked it or not he was her alpha. There was no denying it despite how much she tried to fight it. She dragged her naked feet upon that ground, each step dreading the next as she closed that distance. Somehow being nude in the paleness of that full ensnaring moon seemed like the least of her problems here and now as she clenched her fists, her teeth clench tightly as she resisted... and grudgingly failed. Every movement, all that energy within her body resisted him as much as she wanted to recoil and yet she didn't dare stop that blatant challenge within her eyes even as she was forced to stand before him. This so called king of the west. How those eyes burned with that wildcat that longed to be free, to come for him.

In an instant, he pulled that cat from her, causing the raven haired woman to take that breath anyways that she had refused him. She fell quickly to her knees, the stoned biting into her skin... her hands outstretched before her to meet the ground. She clutched to anything and everything, her fingers curling and biting into the ground as that noise of pain and fear was ripped from her in one seamless tug. That feline burst out of her with a vengeance, eager to meet the world even if Harley herself dreaded it, like that feline side of her seemed separate even though they were one in the same.

Tetradore was all but forgotten.. nothing more than a shadow in the back of her mind as her body snapped and contorted into that creature she was destined to be. She could have screamed but her voice was no longer her own. This body was no longer her own. That cry escaped her eventually but it was hardly her. The world around her seemed in sharpened and in focus as the vivid scents of the forest around her and the creatures inside the treeline seemed to crash into her with such gripping clarity. It was disorienting, but at the very least.... It didn't hurt anymore even as her sides heaved from that strain, panting from that sheer exhaustion from the assault of her body. She attempted to take control of her own body, to move, to find a semblance of sense of this form. It barely came for the mere reason she was overthinking it. That sad pitiful sound escaped her as she tried to speak... and once again failed. What the hell was this?

He did this.. in all his smugness as he watched on in feline form, when did that happen? Her tail lashed too and fro before she launched herself at him, even despite not having a true handle of this feline figure. She was blinded by her own anger and that jaguar, despite those ties that seemed to bind her to Tetradore, wanted its pound of flesh. She was murderous and little did she didn't stand a chance. She simply did not care. Yet upon that leap... One moment he was there.. in all his smug glory, the next he was gone, nothing more than wisps of shadows remaining in his wake. What the fuck? She crashed heavily, clumsily where he once stood, those claws unsheathed and prepared for battle, meeting nothing but dirt.. A vicious snarl vibrated form her, that very sound she could feel in her entire body as she tail continued to lash about, her ears still pinned flat against her head, with those weapon-teeth bared. She had barely a moment to let those claws pierce the ground, as she attempts to pinpoint where he had gone.

But it was far too late. Far too late for the uncoordinated panther who chose to face the endless well experience jaguar who turned her. It happened too quickly to react, that she could barely recall that very moment. He was on her in seconds, causing her form to crumple beneath that sheer imposing weight. She tried to scramble to allow those paws to flail to find that ground, to slice him, to find anything that could help her. She only left herself all the more vulnerable, writhing in a cloud of dust upon her back. Just as she though she could get in a position to use those claws those jaws made purchase of her neck, pinching the flesh of her neck. She tried to rip away, violently, with all of her might, trying to turn but that grip was unyielding and that descending weight placed upon her.

It was suffocating, he was suffocating. She tried to use those newfound claws, tried to slice him but she was but a mere kitten next to the king of the west. The more she fought the harder that hold was, his teeth digging into her neck so tightly the more she struggled. He all but blanketed her now. No! That snarl was all but choked from her. That blood, peppered the air.. it was her own and that anger turned to fear.

He could have killed her now faster than she could blink. Those vivid purple eyes seemed to widen and she fought once more, but it only seemed to exhaust her. She was already weakened from that shift, that faint growl upon her peeled back lips soon faded. That hiss was even pitiful. The sheer weight and pressure of that bite sinking deeper into her skin left her at his mercy. She would give anything for this to stop.. anything to regain that space.. anything to get him off of her. Anything to breathe that welcomed unburdened air around her that was not smothered by him.

He dominated her, in almost every way. It was becoming quite clear that this was one fight she could not win, at least not tonight. She had to give into it.. had to give into him. She hated it with every fiber of her being, but innately that feline knew that she had been bested. That no matter how strong her will was, no matter how much she wanted to fight this, there was no other option. She felt that tension forced but ease from her body start to loosen, that gaze turning to the side as she willing gave him more of her throat, as much as physically possible with his jaw clamped upon her tightly.

It was like innately Harley knew what to do.. without knowing what she was doing. Her claws retracted in the hope she could finally breath again. She hated it but she didn't have a choice. It took some time before exhaustion alone and that crushing weight upon her made her completely relent. Her mind roared against it but survival won out, as it always did. How out of control her life had become. It whirled around her like a tornado that further seemed to caged her, tossing her about like a rag roll intent to beat her at every turn. Well, she was beaten. The bitterness of that realization was truly hard to swallow. When was enough enough?