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Anacosta Heights
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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.

They're feeding fear through the fault lines;

Posted on November 03, 2019 by HARLEY WESTWARD

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

The raven-haired woman stood before him not cowering in fear even though she would hardly fault herself for it. Her own resolve even surprised herself in those moments, as she refused to be some kind of a victim. After all, she had gone through far worse than even this. She would get through it, somehow.. just as she had those countless times before. Her violet eyes seem to harbor the found inferno, her spirit refusing to die. It was this that she could cling to, herself. Or perhaps there was more to it.. Could that feline inside of her be helping?

Harley.. she hated her own name hearing it from him. She could care less it possessed a surprising tenderness so contrasting from his usual detached demeanor. She clung to her impressive resolve as much as she could, her fingers curling into the palms of her hands as she stared him down, her breath quivering and yet she did not balk. He seemed truly stunned for a moment... hesitating at her accusation. Those words did little to ease her mind even though they seemed genuine. Why was she to believe a single thing from his mouth? There may have been a time or place she might have. But that ship had sailed when he once again became her tormentor. Her lungs seemed to ache as she drew in a breath. "Why should I believe a single word you say?" She nearly growled, that defiance acting as her armour.

The raven-haired spitfire felt that anger like a familiar old friend. it gave her strength even now as she faced obscure uncertainty. When that alpha asked her to step out of her jeans, she seized that very moment and did not let go. Harley using the only weapon she could think of, herself, in the form of a hefty kick. The sound of him falling back and that blood that streamed from him seemed to satisfy her. Yet, all it did was delay the inevitable. Petty... Perhaps. Useless in the grand scheme of things? Maybe. But did it still feel good? Oh fuck, yes.

That cat was soon pulled and the blood easily wiped away. His nose would soon heal as his own shift overtook his body. Her own fate rested within Tetradore's paws... in many ways, just as it did with those vulture-like vampires. How she fought, perhaps far more valiantly than most. How within her own intense emotions circling inside of her like a hurricane that she was blinded to the fact that Tetradore was simply trying to help. In his own weird way... despite those questionable methods... her lack of trust and... fear within the Hispanic man was hardly helping.

That very change her body went through was far from easy.. the woman was the most vulnerable in that state of change. It was the last thing she could think about... with those bones breaking... and every piece of her shifting into the animal with a force she had never know. That call from her alpha and the pull of the moon could not be stopped. How that exhaustion of it all, made her unable to stir right away... Moments later, despite the pain and some of the fatigue dissipating, the woman rose from the ground in her new form, her sides heaving as she panted from that very transformation.

Despite how much energy had been leached from her weary body, she could not stop her.... That feline hardly liking that alpha energy. That very challenge to strong to be ignored. He did this.. He summoned her.. She had been repressed in that human body for far too long. That animal way of thinking was far simpler, even when clouded with the human that lingered within her. Those two beings now very much one in the same and yet that internal struggle was still occuring. All while that indifferent king looked on... upon her.

That change put her on edge all the more... all that he had done unsettling her. That agitation took hold of her body, that tail lashing out.. her head slung low with a dagger like gaze. So much like a look she would have given as a human. It didn't take long for her to launch herself toward him, claws out. While she landed on her feet... Tetradore was gone... the panther king teleporting at the last minute, her paws only slipping through dissipating shadows.

That snarl of discontent echoed into the night, her lips peeling back as she tried to find him. She didn't stand a chance next to him...and yet it hardly stopped her from trying to down the giant. How that failed miserably as Tetradore soon appeared his large imposing frame knocking her off her feet too quickly to comprehend. She twisted around violently beneath his hold, underneath his frame, only giving herself into a compromising position. She tried desperately to rally, becoming a fury of claws and teeth even with her underbelly almost entirely exposed.

The most vulnerable position to be caught in.. This fight.. if you could call it that was over before it even started. That throat now held tightly within his powerful jaws his form crushing her own beneath him. Those claws were useless in their contact of him, that unrelenting force all but overwhelming. She continued to pant, still entirely spent from that transformation and trying to fight him off.. she was depleting quickly. Far too quickly. The blood that trickled from where his jaws clamped down... like a fucking vampire.... Never had she felt so powerless.. so vulnerable. That fear... leaked from her.. It could not be helped.. that desire for survival outweighing everything... and yet how she feared that vampire bite... Tetradore's own bite of her neck seemed no different now.. That defiant hiss escaping the woman all the same.

It only earned her that threatening growl that reverberated through her entire body like a goddamn earthquake. A simple sound, quickly smothered as she tried to test those constrictive boundaries. The pain from that bite, the oppressive sensation of his body covering hers was too much. He was too big and she far smaller than him. Physically this battle was over before it started. Not only that but she was also so painfully new and worn. He was no young pup, that man had plenty experience under his belt and that was by no means a good thing, at least for her. There was no choice but the relent. That defeat was a bitter pill to swallow. That subconscious animal reaction to her alpha, her body slackening beneath his hold. Even her cat could respect that very loss.. That forced relaxation of her body saw to his hold to loosen.

"Get off... you made your point." She thought bitterly, those words meant to be forceful only coming up weary. 'I fucking get it' her mind screamed, her heart hammering wickedly within her chest as she yearned to squirm from that loosened grip he had offered her. The feeling of being dominated made her feel nothing short of exposed, far more than simply being stripped down to mere flesh. She wanted this over and done with so she could collect the shards of dignity she had left and cut her losses. This was certainly not how she envisioned this going. Visions and reality were often very contrasting things. Her eyes shifted... watching that massive body above her as she stilled. The female panther quieted just long enough for Tetradore's teeth to allow her neck that freedom. What stung more than the wound was that she was at the alpha's mercy. How foolish she was to think it could be the other way around. What she hardly expected was that way his tongue languidly ran across his inflicted wound, her lips twitched to pull back.... Not stupid enough to growl so soon, at least until she could regain her footing. She tried, desperately to pull away from that touch, unable to get anywhere of note with that grassy ground pressed firmly at her back.

Finally, he rose to his feet so he could simply walk over her, with no other words... That space was given to her and at last she could breathe and yet still, she felt that heaviness pressing down around her. The feel of oxygen in her lungs was all she wanted in that moment, along with that desire to scream. A desire she would forever be denied.

She scrambled with a quickness, seeking that semblance of control of her own damn life. Her wary gaze following him as he seemed to watch her with that same look of casual indifference. It was when that first touch of his own mind caressed her own, it was no surprise she was taken so aback. What the fuck was that? Why was his voice in HER head? Was it some weird vector bullshit. Confusion assaulted her crashing into her with a wave of mixed emotions. Her body tensed, that rumble threated to form, she could feel it at the back of her throat.

He said nothing of what just transpired and truthfully, she was entirely grateful for it even if it changed a steaming pile of nothing. She tried to stand up taller to appear bigger than she was... thinking against attacking him so soon.. in fact, it seemed like a terrible idea, not only for her own pride, but for her wellbeing. Still her mind seemed to process her options all the same. Yet... curiousity seemed to win out in the end as Tetradore simply walked off... Harley took a moment to even consider if she was going to follow.. or if she should take advantage of the fact he gave her.. his back... He stopped in front of that tree and turned back expectantly observing her with those vibrant emerald eyes.

Harley cautiously, moved toward him without putting much thought into the simple act of a walk and in turn causing the freshly turned panther to move far better than she had when considering every step. What the hell did they need a tree for? This was stupid. She gave Tetradore that rather pointed look that said how thrilled she was about it with that one look alone. Yet... she didn't quite deny him either. She stopped near enough, remaining upon her feet, keeping that healthy distance. "So now what?" she replied grumpily, that sarcasm had not been stolen from her in the least it would seem.

Harley lowered her head as if to peer down at her paws before lifting the right one, her dominant hand in human form. She watched as her own claws unsheathed before pawing lamely at that tree, sinking those claws into its malleable bark... How easy it was to get those claws to stick on the protruding groves.... And dig and snag satisfyingly into it all the same... yet she continued that momentum, taking with it a meaty chunk of bark. Those claws retracted smoothly, as that chunk from that mutilated tree fell idly to the ground. Admittedly, it felt weird as hell and.. yet the sensation of feeling those claws being used felt kind of good, satisfying even. She had dangerous weapons on her paws, if she could only figure out how to wield them properly. That tail of her seemed to have a mind of her own, gently swaying back and forth in warning as if it could barely stay still. Those pretty gemstone eyes set within her obsidian form seemed to peer at the feline Tetradore with obvious skepticism. "I can use my claws just fine... unless you are wanting me to use them on you?" Those words muttered oddly through that newfound bond.. She was being smug, sarcastic...even though he had pinned her helplessly to the ground moments before.