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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.

Primetime, the noose at our throats;


Posted on December 25, 2019 by HARLEY WESTWARD
Residences

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



How oblivious the were-cat was to the notion that even by some slim chance that she had somehow managed to best the western king that she would have taken that heavy mantle of alpha along with it. That tarnished, heavy crown was nothing she ever wanted for herself, hell, she wanted nothing from him with the exception of her space. If she could eliminate all ties with that sadistic and her entourage, she would take it gladly... she would sever the binds that he had created in her. Tetradore... the so-called king of the west, that.... He may be... but talker he was not. He couldn't even be bothered to explain this life, any of it. Not that transition... not that forced submission, not any of it. No, because that would be too fucking much to explain of this to her wouldn't it. The newly turned were forced to face that world with both feet into a world of obscurity. Fine. He could keep his twisted motives and carefully concealed secrets that he refused to offer even a modicum of what was to become of her. No, the were hardly fucking talked at all. Like this was some vile convoluted game, just as sadistic as the mistress that he belonged to. Was that her fate too? Such thoughts she was unable to truly consider in any magnitude now.

She watched him, that taunt fresh within her mind before the emerald eyed alpha seamlessly scale that tree as if he could do it in his sleep the sheer impressive, deliberate act showcasing everything she could possess, eventually, with practice and honing she had yet to perfect. It was almost cruel... he had to know it, the arrogant asshat had to. Yet, had she not been equipped with the same perks this feline they both possessed? After all, even a housecat could climb a god damn tree. Even her human self could manage it, eventually. How desperately she wished to swipe that smug look from his features. To show him, that she was not someone to be trifled with so easily as he had. Her body tensed, wanting nothing more than to show him up at his own challenge, perhaps not as he had. No, she would use the benefit of momentum to climb. That agitation written vividly through her body language, her tail lashing about behind her, her obsidian hued lips began to twitch... a hiss threatening to escape her. She would be damned before she let that inhuman sound escape her.

The newly shifted were seemed to circle, calculating her next move, that hiss held back but that rumbling growl however could not be pinned back. that growl emit into the darkness of night only to be met with a sound of delight from the man above her. She shot him that arrowed glare, tilting her feminine head to allow him to meet the full weight of her vivid violet eyes. A scoff, or... whatever the botched feline equivalent was escaped her. "Learning? That's rich.. is that what this is?" That acidic sarcasm echoed from his mind through hers, along that invisible line she wanted nothing more than to obliterate. He wanted to rile her, she could sense it and perhaps.... She easily fell into that waiting trap.

Her first attempt... was sad.. but damn.. was she powerful. She could feel it. All that untapped potential within her new deadly feline body. It was so much more than her human mind could comprehend.... If only she could hone it... to not overthink those newfound intricacies. After all that was why she failed in the first place. She was focused more upon simply climbing that tree with no direction whatsoever and she should have had her eye on the prize. The humiliation of slowly sliding down that tree was piercing, the sound of shredded bark and wood only served to echo her failure. Fucking hell.

Once all four paws met the sweet cool earth below, she could feel that huffiness bloom inside of her as he watched on with clear amusement. Goading her with his nonchalance and laughter that would have surely broken free of him if he were human. He was such an ass. Harley could feel her own claws unsheathe at the very thought of him and his stupid laughing judgey eyes. She paced below, her paws quiet upon the soft loam below her form so low to the ground. It seemed so much higher.... So much more out of reach.

This is what this body was built to do.. She had seen Tetradore do and despite being at this far longer than she.. she felt that power, the muscle of this beast she had become. She gave him one last look of disdain, her violet eyes narrowed as if she could have shot lasers from them. If anything the goading alpha gave her motivation. How little did she realize she was giving into his plan to teach her... something of value... in order to help her. How blinded by her own hatred she was!

How could she not be.. the man was nothing short of a monster. Those emerald eyes might have seemed pretty but to her.. they were a sign of pain..

A frustrated sound tore from her throat as she moved away from that tree, determined to repeat that bounding start. Her lips peel back from her sharpened canines, that expression further from any kind of smile. "I'll see you soon.." She uttered slow, with such conviction that it seemed like a promise. For the first time... she simply gave into the cat.. It felt like the right thing to do.. to give into those instincts that she seemed to fight. That first step in accepting what she was. But damn it all, she was so sick and fucking tired of fighting. She had to quit fighting herself... if this is what she was to be.. she better embrace it and she was damn glad she did.

She moved like a furious bullet, fueled by the woman's own inner fortitude. Instead of focusing upon that tree which was merely a mere obstacle in her way... her mind focused on the smug alpha that goaded her. That tree was not the enemy, it was only something in her way. The moment she treated it as such.. it hardly possessed the same power as it had before. It no longer was that impossible wall. Those deadly, razor-sharp claws dug into the tree in an effort to use it for traction. That momentum used to scale that tree.. her back leg slipping only slightly until those nails seemed to pierce the tree's flesh, catching herself. Recovering quickly she pulled the last of her sleek form onto a branch just slightly above Tetradore, it was a gnarled branch, but offered her access to more. Her tail swayed back and forth, her paws felt sure.... Well.. sure enough.. This was.. kind of cool. She already felt victorious, envisioning her comeback, whatever that meant. She hardly thought this out. It was all so foreign, exciting.... She could feel her heart start to race, an insatiable urge to move... washing over her. She wanted to run... clearly she was in no position to up here.... But she felt like.. nothing before. She felt restless and her inner feline wanted nothing more than to take the helm. But she had not forget her purpose up here in this tree.

She felt security upon that thick branch that easily supported her weight. Hell she even felt self-satisfied, confident. She took her damn time, digging in her claws into the meaty bark before stretching as though her failure before hardly existed. How catlike she looked in that moment, how good that stretch felt as if her spine aligned like her mind did with the feline. A subtle click...allowing that wildness flow through her veins like it belonged there. That unintentional blemish that her paws created against the bark was as if claiming this branch as her own. She drew in his scent with a determined breath, absorbing it... as she would imagine she would prey. Prey? He was not prey... no... he was... yet another man standing in the way of her freedom. Yet how unsure what she would do when she got to him, unwilling to risk herself from tumbling from that high up perch.

How her inner feline seemed to like that height, it liked it up here. She could feel it, that shift in her, more than one, that alteration in her mind... and body and yet there was so much more that had changed within her. It would take years to figure it all out.. she was sure. But it was the way she saw that world as if anew... the way that the world smelled now.. as if she could read a story upon the breeze... the distinct scents, many of them that clung to Tetradore. His scent still clinging to her sleek black coat. The most prominent of them all was the buried notes of that sea air. "I see you Tetradore. I smell you too.." It was weird... being unlocked into a flurry of new senses. Her gaze focused upon him as she took those determined, carefully placed steps to draw her body toward him. Harley took that moment to lower herself onto his branch, pausing for the briefest of moments as if to make sure..... she was secure upon the long thick branch that seemed to give the man nowhere to go. He was so much bigger than her... which perhaps would hinder him upon those smaller branches. Or so she thought.... "Turns out.. I am better at this than I thought." She stated almost smugly, her nails unsheathed as if in anticipation, her curious eyes never leaving his form, anticipating his next move with focused watchful eyes. One paw at a time-pressed forward, adding more pressure, her breathing slowing like.... well exactly like a predator. If only she knew exactly what she was going to do when she got to him.


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