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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.

You heard it here first, they got your freedoms on the front line;

Posted on November 25, 2019 by HARLEY WESTWARD

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

Submit. How she despised that very word and how many people in her life demanded just that. Tetradore being no different. He basically kicked her when she was at her weakest. He knew exactly what he was doing, the man seizing an opportunity when it presented itself. She gave him that perfect opportunity to do just that. Being so new to this form, she hardly knew what else to do beyond the senseless, wild thrashing as he continued to pin her to the ground upon her back. That relentless bite practically sealed her fate and in that very moment, her very life was within those powerful jowls, his hot humid breath penetrating the fur so she could feel that sickening warmth. She had been here before... forced to submit as they took what they wanted. What did Tetradore want? What her role was in any of this? Her entirely would had been flipped upside down and she no longer knew where she fit in any of it. She thought she wanted... to turn into something. Into anything that could give her power over her oppressors and yet now that she had it... she was weaker and more out of control than ever before. Someone had made her life in a poetic tragedy with a wicked sense of humour.

Exhaustion, it clawed at her, the first turn that she fought seemed to deplete her as it was disorienting... with that vivid sensory overload. Who knew that navigating this foreign body that was now her own would be so.... Impossibly difficult. Yet when did that stop her? Sure, some of it was innate, built in like a chip upgrade embedded within her brain.. but she might as well have been a bumbling kitten in an adult body. There was no possible way she could win against the unbeatable alpha. She was out of options except to yield to the panther kind, her feline self knew it... even though it despised it just as much as she did. But it knew... it knew that battle had been lost with a quickness that was embarrassing if that fear hadn't flooded her. Her mind reeled in that whirring panic. It was that position.. those memories.. that bite... that had her. It lashed out at her as wickedly as a whip upon flesh. She panted from stress and exhaustion before those instincts of self-preservation solidified within her. Defeat... the scent of her own sweet blood was enough to attest to it. Yet it was that stilling of her form, giving into that very struggle that saw to her release. She hardly noticed that he had let go of her throat entirely, lost only to the influx of emotions that waged war inside of her mind and body. Her heart rattled inside of her as if it longed to burst through and be free.

Harley did not know what to make of any of this, but it was the way his rough tongue slipped from his inky black lips to lick the blood from the wound he inflicted. What kind of twisted shit was this? She wanted off this fucking ride, she wanted to be at home, or at work... anywhere she felt in control of her own self. She could hardly help the way she pulled away from his touch, uncaring how almost caring that act was. There was nowhere to go.. trapped beneath him like he was somehow her cage. He seemed to lick the wounds she had managed to inflict with a complete indifference that she was forced to endure it, like punishment for attacking him. Once he finally took his sweet ass time to simply walk over her, she hardly lingered on that floor for long.

She scrambled to her feet as quickly as her limbs would allow, that desire to take back the use of her own body seemingly so important despite all he had taken from her. She felt disheveled in every sense of the word. She shook in a feeble attempt to rid herself from the very scent of him that now drenched her body. How utterly undisturbed he appeared, the stoic mask of a psychopath, she was sure. Part of her wondered if he was hardly through with her yet.. his silence was like a riotous roar in her mind. Her brilliant purple eyes seem to watch his every casual movement while she seemed to brace herself for that next assault. One that never came. She recoiled to the sound of his voice within her head, clamouring about as if he threw pots and pans around within her skull.. another violation to what she thought was hers... her mind... her goddamn mind had now been ravaged too.

Her newfound tail seemed to lash too in fro in that evident sign of irritation, even as meandered over to that nearby tree. His brilliant emerald eyes, set within his darkened face met her own in silent invitation to join him. Oh now he asked... she wasn't quite sure she had much of choice in the matter if this night was not indicative of it as it were.

Those movements seemed more in tune somehow than before as she gave into her feline self that reluctantly moved toward Tetradore's fascinating tree. What was this supposed to be, some kind of lesson? A moment to help erase what he had done? She wondered if he felt guilt.. if he felt anything at all. She slid back into that sarcastic demenour with almost impressive ease, like a armour and weaponry all at once... a warrior through and through.. She used her newfound claws to idly sink into that very flesh of the tree... how easy it was to rip apart that bark.. to feel it give into her lethal paws. She could hardly stop that very thinly laced threat that escaped her.. as if with that renewed footing she regained that lost confidence. Did he think she would all of a sudden play nice?

What she hardly anticipated was that challenge spoken through her mind and this time... it didn't make her want to claw out that very voice. She pivoted her head to meet that very gaze that met her own, searching for a trap somewhere within them. Surely it was in there.. or perhaps he was simply goading her. She was hardly foolish enough to think she could actually defeat him... now. Could she? In an effortless movement she sprung to his feet, easily climbing that steep surface of that tree with barely any preparation. The unmitigated power behind his haunches at that very moment he leapt off the ground only meant to showcase she was out of her depths, the sound of his claws digging into the bark as if he were climbing a ladder. How easy he made it look before finding his own perch upon one of the thicker branches overhead. Her gaze didn't dare stray from his sleek form that now peered down upon her in an expectant fashion as he balanced simply upon that branch, that look upon his feline face near as challenging as those words.

Harley circled below as if calculating her next move, her paws moving near automatously as her long feline form seemed to bend with her very movements. That small growl emanated from somewhere deep within her larynx in frustration. She knew he would hardly allow himself any harm by her own hand because tonight beneath that first fullmoon of her new life.. she was nothing comparison to his own brute force. But that challenge still lingered.. one she could not to go unanswered. She had witnessed first hand how he climbed, she replayed it within her own mind, effortless and fluid.. Could she do it too?

"You are just going to teleport the second I get close enough." She huffed within that connection she all but loathed... She could not withhold the accusation in her voice. Yeah, teleportation... was just cheating. She had her chance with that gun in her hand to end him and she lost it. It was impossible for such a newly turned panther to actually be a threat to a beast who could simply sit on her to submit. That didn't mean she wasn't going to try.. Upon that second loop around she gave herself some distance, hoping that momentum would give her that opportunity to at least meet him on equal footing.

She bounded forward, fearless of the rapidly approaching tree, leaping into the air to gain height as well as momentum. He had simply leapt from a standstill and she clearly lacked the experience. Simultaneously, her newfound claws seemed ready to grab onto whatever it could, somehow sticking to it like Velcro. She had literally made it half way to the branch he watched on from, only for her to be caught hugging a fucking tree. At least that is what it looked like. She seemed suspended in place, her back legs attempting to root in so she could claw her way up to meet him even if it lacked the grace he possessed.

Yet it was that stopping, that hesitation which sabotaged her chances as she clung to the base of that tree.. Her gemstone eyes seemed to peer up at the amused panther who had turned her as she began to slide down that very tree, her talons leaving behind a trail of deep angry groves as she descended. "Fucking hell." She cursed before her back legs eventually kissed the malleable earth below her. She groaned her frustration, pushing off the tree with her front paws only to begin where she started... on the ground, frustratedly. "Oh, I bet you're enjoying this aren't you?"

The were-woman was too focused on... climbing that tree that she was over thinking it... That feline knew how to climb that tree, but her human side was too focus on the act of doing it. She needed to focus on what she wanted... and what she wanted, at the very least was to knock Tetradore right out of that tree.. Now to find a way to do it....