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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.

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Posted on January 28, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
The Alpha's character moved near flawlessly upon the screen as he dodged out of the path of the robotic arm that swept towards him. His health bar was already halfway gone from his initial attempts to understand the boss he'd been presented with and yet, the man was quick to pick apart the pattern of when to press his attack. The striking emerald hue of his gaze remained focused entirely upon the screen above the fireplace as he ran around the periphery of the battlefield, rolling to dodge yet another timed strike. His lips pressed together in but a minuscule frown, giving away his blatant concentration on the fight even despite listening to the background noise of his father's conversation with his manservant. The unexpected sing-song tone to his father's voice briefly tugged at his attention, his gaze hardly deviating from the screen as he inquired with a muttered deadpan rumble what the fae desired - his answer little more than a singular word of 'what'. Admittedly, Aiden already had a vague notion of what was to come. The request hardly needed to be voiced and yet, Tetradore had such little desire to venture out in the rain that he was inclined to take every opportunity to drag his feet in the hopes that Matteo might give up the idea altogether. The roll of those silver irises was hardly noticed by Tetradore, the Were-King's features only further twisting into a visible frown at the sheer ridiculousness of the notion that the outside world held some adventure greater than the video game he presently sat in front of.

He glanced briefly at his father as Matteo rose from the sofa, summoning a bright yellow raincoat into his hand as he moved towards the side door that led down to the dark, sodden fields beyond. Aiden, however, hardly moved even an inch, nestled within the plush comfort of the bean bag chair he sat in. He had only just barely dodged out of the boss' ultimate attack, leaving the robot stunned momentarily and ripe for the taking. His character dashed towards the center of the stage, his sword swinging in some combo that Aiden had been favoring for the better part of the game. Already a large chunk of the monster's health had disappeared and yet, Tetradore knew well it's incapacitated state would hardly last long. It was only the Frenchman's lingering accent and muttered insistence that, in his day, sons helped their fathers when said fathers had purchased cars for birthday presents that Aiden's gaze truly deviated, the man's fingers pausing upon the controller as he considered just how far he intended to persist in his own stubbornness. That moment of thought, however brief, was all that was necessary for the robot upon the screen to get up from its downed state. His robotic arms swung wildly in a twirling series that Tetradore would never be able to escape, the controller vibrating wildly in his hands. Immediately, his gaze deviated back to the screen - only to find himself staring at a sliver of health. He hardly had enough time, however, before a single wayward slash stole even that, presenting him with a darkened 'Game Over' screen.

A scowl crossed Aiden's features as he tossed his controller onto the coffee table. With profanity muttered under his breath, he strode over towards his father, snatching the second, darker-hued raincoat from the fae's grasp before stepping outside and into the veritable monsoon that raged outdoors. The vinyl material was quickly pulled over his shoulders, the hood yanked up over his head before his arms crossed over his chest in perhaps a childish display of his own hatred for that dismal weather he'd been drawn out into. The chuckle upon Matteo's lips hardly seemed to bolster his mood. The fae's sarcasm prompted a roll of his emerald eyes and yet, this too, it seemed, had been anticipated. Tetradore offered little more than a grunted response as he led the way down the stairs and into the farmyard, only to pause at the expansive fields that stretched out before him. His feet almost seemed to sink in the muddied ground, squishing and squelching underfoot with each movement. Aiden remained silent, however, as he followed Matteo through the muck and grime and towards the furthest field lined by the overflowing river. The Frenchman's crops were all but lost beneath the standing water that lined the field - the once rich soil too waterlogged to absorb any more, resulting in mud too wet for Tetradore to take an interest in even stepping within. That is, were it not for the ecstatic small creatures that leaped and bleated with glee through the miserable conditions. How those fuckers could be happy out here, Tetradore couldn't possibly fathom.

His vibrant irises slowly turned towards the fae at his side at that rare hint of irritation within his father's voice. It was decidedly unusual to hear that annoyance within the Frenchman. Tetradore was able to count the number of times he'd ever heard such a tone from his father, it was that infrequent. Though Tetradore himself had often thrown words at the fae that could have been described as cruel and unnecessary, Matteo was eternally the epitome of poised tranquility. His genuine capability to remain unflappable in any circumstances had long since baffled Tetradore. Even so, it was the presence of that exact tone that almost subconsciously prompted the Alpha to display some level of good behavior, if such a thing could even be believed! A small frown crossed his features as he glanced towards the goats and back again and yet, that silence he was so characterized for persisted all the same. It had, once again, become his closest companion, even those days away from Risque, the Ark, and Sacrosanct not yet enough to unburden the King to prompt any rushed desire for excessive talking. That heavy sigh upon Matteo's lips caused his own gaze to turn downwards, his toe nudging the mud underfoot for a brief moment. It was only once the Frenchman moved towards the wooden gate that Aiden followed, the hem of his pant legs already stained brown with each step he took into the swampy field. His gaze followed his father's gesture and towards the ruined fence line, the hole the goats had escaped from altogether obvious even in the dim light and continual rain pour. His head bobbed firmly in response to the instructions he was given before Aiden turned upon his own feet to approach the goats gleefully bouncing off the stone 'fence'.

His very approach seemed to cause those goats to scatter, the man near forced to unfold his arms as he waved his hands at them, cursing at them under his breath as he did so. The ground here, closer towards the water's edge, was somehow worse than it had been thus far, his every footfall leaving a notable imprint in the mud that quickly stuck to the soles of his shoes and tainted his jeans. The goats themselves only further kicking up the veritable swamp in their retreat from him, though they seemed hardly inclined to go where he desired either. The stubborn bastards, in fact, seemed determined to go everywhere but that hole in the fence, scattering this way and that in some effort to escape from the clearly terrifying human. Vaguely, he could hear his father's french, a majority of the words lost upon him though the sentiment was well understood. Tetradore, despite his tendency to avoid any sort of physical exertion, was forced to near lunge after several of those small goats that were determined not to leave the comfortable height of the stone wall. It took some effort to herd those goats back towards the hole in the fence, the Alpha blatantly giving up on two until after the rest of his makeshift 'herd' made it into the pasture they had come from. It was with a begrudging sigh that Aiden turned to face his last two goats, the man purposefully walking around them much as he had skated the periphery of that makeshift battlefield in his video game. How herding goats was more exciting than attacking a giant robot was far beyond him. Aiden's very effort to encourage those goats towards the broken fence line, however, resulted in the two buggers instead splitting, neither going in the direction that he desired - god damn it!

The warm laughter of his father's voice echoed even across the rain, prompting a scowl upon his features. "Fuck off." He half yelled back, glaring at Matteo at the sheer idea of running after those irritating little creatures. Rather, it was those shadows he so summoned, the overcast skies above made them all the quicker to respond as they lept to embrace him. His teleportation proved to be a useful companion in his efforts to herd those two remaining goats back to the hole - though it still took several moments too long and was not without consequence. Somewhere, in his huffing at those goats, his hood had fallen back, the rain all but drenching his usual curly locks till they were slicked against his head. Combined with the mud that coated his jeans and the water that had weaseled through his sneakers, Aiden was a rather pathetic sight to behold - Matteo clearly fairing no better. He was relieved that, at the very least, the Frenchman didn't ask him to repair the broken fence. Manual labor sounded somehow beyond what even Matteo could guilt him into. Thankfully, a single brush of the fae's fingers against the splintered wood was all that was required to repair it back to perfection. A soft breath of relief left the Were-King's lips, Tetradore more than happy to return back towards the warmth of the chateau. He had only just started to turn back towards Chambord when a pitiful bleating caught his ears, Matteo's own words cutting off near abruptly. The baffled look upon his father's features, however, only caused his own shoulders to lift in a vague sort of shrug. Several of the goats still lingered near the fence in a vain hope of their hole reopening - surely it was just one of them, right?

He watched as Matteo leaned down towards the bushes that lined the fence, the Frenchman clearly doubting that one of those recently chased off critters could prompt such a sound. Aiden's own head tilted to the side as he watched his father, the Alpha bending down to glance over Matteo's shoulder at what had so caught his interest. He hardly anticipated the sight of a near tiny goat entangled within the bushes - it's coat slick with mud from it's failed attempts to escape. Any efforts it made to escape from its current predicament resulted in little more but further tangling itself within the bushes, the little goat left only to cry out at them. A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips, the Alpha already certain his father would make every effort to rescue the poor thing and in anticipation, he slowly dropped to his own knees. The muck near immediately soaked through the jean material as Aiden already reached forward even before Matteo could fully voice that request to fish the thing out. His fingers worked diligently, one hand scooping up the goat as it tried to wiggle out of his grasp. "Would you just....stay fucking still?" He muttered at the goat, his fingers working to pull its little legs from the branches that had ensnared it. It took him a moment before he could pull the thing out entirely, the goat practically fitting in the palm of his hand as its whole body shivered violently against his fingers. The little goat was hardly meant to be outdoors any more than Tetradore himself and yet, even the apathetic Were-King couldn't help but pity the poor thing.

He scooped the goat into his arms, holding it against his chest. It's muddied legs already streaking the raincoat as it struggled against the vinyl material. Tetradore briefly glanced up at the field of goats, his gaze following Matteo's own as the pair silently listened for any equally as desperate plea from its mother. The little goat's squirming, however, drew the emerald of his irises back down and towards the muddied goat as it tried valiantly to climb up and into his jacket, it's nose already pushing through the space between the buttons. "What the hell are you doing?" He muttered at the little thing, only for Matteo's voice to draw his attention upwards. His father's insistence that such a thing would die if left out in the fields prompted a small frown on his lips, his gaze was drawn downward as the little goat successfully managed to push its tiny body through the buttons of his coat and against the cotton of his shirt. Somehow, the little creature managed to turn itself around, sticking it's tiny head back out only to glance up at him with those impossibly blue eyes. "No, it's's already made itself comfortable." He responded with a roll of his eyes and yet, even Tetradore was aware that the creature's shivering had decreased when nestled against the natural heat that his body near radiated. His arm, nevertheless, remained tucked under its hooves the best he could, the man careful to keep it from falling as he moved to follow Matteo's footsteps towards the nearby estate.
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