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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.

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Posted on May 11, 2020 by Oliver Burton

Oliver Burton

The vagueness as to just what Frost was had remained what he thought to be purposefully unanswered, the snowy white-haired man content to allow the shroud of enigma linger a little longer. Was he ashamed? Or was he simply curious about feeling out his guests first? As far as Oliver was concerned, he could keep his secrets. After all, it mattered so little what he was and more about who he was. Abigail, however, was not easily swayed, the determined woman made it her task to be a detective... trapped in an eternal loop of potential animals he could have been. Apparently, no animal was off the table. Oliver, perhaps had been spared with the onslaught of questions, one he was certain she would be completely oblivious to just as much as Frost. Although part of him, as small as it were, was slightly curious of what she believed him to be if she had not met him in his animal form.

Ah but it would seem that both men seemed only to agree with one another so far. Frost not yet rubbing the often irritable bear the wrong way, nor did he receive those... vibes he was all to privy of when meeting people for the first time. The boardroom was not all that different from real life and judging those motives. Oliver's gaze lingered upon the fireplace as the trio found their seat, Abigail content to find her place by the fire. Oliver's demeanor contained, stern as usual and business-like, he knew how to read people, his judgement reserved even though his nutmeg hued gaze met Frost's with a similar impassivity. The pair were silently sizing each other up in a silent battle that Abigail was entirely oblivious to. There was much to be communicated with silent glances.

It would seem Abigail's trusting antics was something they both could agree on. So at the very least he could understand the english businessman's concern.

The alpha's manner was as cool as the way he spoke, just as composed as Oliver himself. A rather impressive feat in itself. He exuded a confidence that any alpha should possess. Yet he was not the only dominant being in the room. That balance was precarious and yet with neither of them testing those boundaries there was no need for true male bravado. After all, he was here for Abigail, to ensure her safety ultimately. Even though Abby seemed quite confident in Oliver being Alpha of his own pack, the bear truly had no desire to lead. His personality was dominant and he ran his own successful business, he had the qualities of a leader.. His family groomed him to be their heir.. And yet it was never something he would have chosen for himself. The only way would be to keep those he cared about safe. Yet it was clear that was not the way. He found himself time and time again protecting those innocents, time and time again regardless of his intentional seclusion. Yet even he could not deny that Abigail's loyalty to him both worried him and warmed his heart at the same time.

If that was needed to keep her safe he would do that although he was sure it would be at his own peril. He hoped Frost was truly a good prospect and his suspicions of the man were entirely unwarranted.. The panda seemed absolutely thrilled at the prospect of being someones vp. The title alone seemed to lighten her features, oblivious to the full weight of such a position and far more content on the idea of it. Frost soon corrected her. That title was formally called beta, elaborating that it would be a better word than vice president.

How easily they could have been distracted and yet Oliver was never one to stray far away from the point. There was time for talking after, so long as this meeting went well, perhaps. The Englishman knew all too well to garner a reading of people, to slice through their facades. All he needed was to keep him talking. Especially about what most men in power enjoyed most of all. Talking of themselves. People revealed so much by that alone, that most were entirely unaware just how much they did. Frost declared he had the time to spare... Within Oliver's own chair, he could see that excitement within Abigail's eyes, gleeful as a child with the prospect of a story with the brush of the warm tender fire at her back seemed to frame her reddish locks.

"Yes that is acceptable. We have time.." The rich accented baritones of his voice issued, a nod of his head an indication of his own curiosity of the other man. After all, it was a story they both needed to hear. A long leg draped over the other as he took up space within that very chair as Frost began his unanticipated story. The man did not struggle at all, every word chosen with care to describe just enough.. Those lack of details intentional, Oliver nothing short of aware of them all the same. It was the quietest he had ever seen Abigial. She was hanging off his every word.

There were aspects of that story that Oliver had found... comparable. But when... Frost created a pack for safety, Oliver created his own form of power through wealth and connection. Money was power after all and yet... he was finding that even all the wealth in the world he was still failing. The hired hunter's still kept coming and there was only so much he could do to keep his sister off the radar. It didn't matter that he built his tower, he was losing that battle. The man who wanted his family dead was down to the very last two and he was concerned that even with everything he had.... Created it wouldn't do a thing.

What a curious tale that was... One he had a great number of questions too. He could not lie, he had a decorated resume and whatever he had built so far was obviously working for him. He liked that he did not hide his motives like most men would. He found it... surprisingly honest for the most part. "Ah, a man who defied fate and I presume defied those odds?" Was the threat against him and therefore his pack still at large? Not that Oliver could fault him in this considering his own predicament.

"Considering you have known what it means to be trapped. Are your members free to come and go as they please? Do they have the protection of the pack and the choice to refuse?" Oliver cut straight to one of his major concerns, his gaze honed upon the pale haired alpha curiously looking for anything out of the ordinary.

It was then that Frost spoke of fools and underestimating one based on their... animal. Yet it was rarely just the animal that made the person. Although he had to admit, he hardly pegged Frost as a horse. "Ah, to underestimate an alpha is foolish. There is often a reason why he or she is there in the first place, horse or otherwise." He had to admit he had to agree that Abigail could learn to protect herself. Perhaps she could even learn to be just a little more wary of those that would seek to do her harm. But the thought of her.... Defending herself with... She was definitely no soldier. Is that what Frost though his pack to be? Soldiers? He could see her curling her fingers into a 'terrifying' claw and he could not help that slight twitch of his own lips.. "I am afraid.. Her self defence might need a little work.... I don't see her hurting a fly... I have seen her try to fish...As for me? I know how to hold my own. I am certainly no fool. But your intrigue... might be misplaced." He was honest with him.. Oliver rarely felt the need to share anything about himself and yet... perhaps there was a time for it.

"While Abigail's greatest weakness is her trust and faith in people.. I am far.. More complicated." A frown drew upon his face... considering his words breifly. "I have been hunted down, I was born into it... Made to run by the choice of my elders.. trying to escape a man with endless resources and a location I cannot track despite many failed attempts. Our numbers.. failed.. My family, once a strong pack of were-polar bears ultimately paid the ultimate price for their mistakes... long before I was born... Sins of the father pass on to the son. While you have found strength in others, I have... found my own power through my wealth. I am a successful man, I will not downplay that. It has kept myself and my sister safe this far. I have never been able to... find peace.. I likely will not. My sister and I.. are the last of our bloodline and there is one man who will make certain to see the last of us is... snuffed out. He has promised it. I still recieve the written threats weekly. She lives out of town, but in very capable hands.. She reminds me much.... Of Abigail here.. So you can understand when I want to make sure she does not end up helpless.." His voice perhaps softened at the end, and yet that emotion was quickly armoured once more as soon as he had realized its presence.

"You see, Frost, I am a liability." He said matter of factly. "Your intrigue is only superficial." He uttered flatly, a man who had known his own fate.

"But should Abigail be content here.. Safe here. I am a powerful ally, I am sure, that running a pack is expensive..."