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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

some say the world will end in fire


Posted on May 28, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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Those ever sharp ears listen intently to the sound of locks shifting and clicking behind the wood of the door and yet his features remain as ever impassive, betraying nothing of the emotions that may well exist beneath as the often indifferent creature simply allows what can be seen of his gaze to betray some vague sense of curiosity at the nature of the door before it was opened to emit the young woman he had been seeking. The question she poses almost immediately is logical he supposes- for one uneducated in the ways of animals let alone Were's as he seems to consider the words momentarily as if deciding whether or not to validate question with a response, let alone how much he may be willing to tell her before his shoulders roll in a loose and non-committal shrug. His words are slow, easy, forever tipped in the frosted coolness yet calm either way, each word carefully placed despite the nonchalance with which he so often appears to speak.

"I can smell you. I can also detect your heat signature. It was an educated guess."

He sees no need to offer any more in depth indication as to how such skills were mastered. She had witnessed his equine form, explanation enough he is assured for his comment upon scent. As for his mention of heat he simply sees no need to bother with things she does not need to know. She was intelligent- why not stoke her intelligence a little and leave her to wonder? Young people so rarely appreciated information handed to them freely- let her work for it a little, let her mind question- he held every belief she was capable of that. Curiosity in women was such an underrated trait. The unspoken invitation she offers is readily accepted, Frost moving to step silently within the...sparsely decorated apartment that seemed to exist of little more than the most basic of furniture, features frowning slightly at the overwhelming scent of....Hunter that seemed to lace each and every corner of the room. Perhaps there was a benefit to the dull senses of humans, Calliel surely incapable of detecting anything other than the scent of male that so seemed to permeate near as powerfully- his own more sensitive abilities aware of so very much more in that moment. The scent of Azrael himself however merely....irritates him, an irritation well concealed as always beneath his façade of indifference. His attention remains wholly upon the girl and yet he is aware of his surroundings, unusual violet eyes observing each and every facet of the apartment, carefully storing such information as the moves to fiddle about with the tea. Her comment seems to draw his attention from the confines of the sparse apartment. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised, from what he knew of Azrael, of any Hunter, they rarely stayed long in one place. Sparse living was practical.

"Perhaps- although any other tea I'd have to pay for, the price of this tea was a set of stairs and a pleasant conversation."

He allows himself a smile, of sorts, lips lifting briefly upward in a ghost of a simper before it fades once more, his words....almost flirtatious, though loosely so, eyes watching her beneath that snowy forelock for each and every reaction she surely hardly knows she gives as he wanders towards the kitchen, hands resting upon the bench as if he is wholly content within this apartment, offering her no indication of how wary he truly is within the home of a man wholly dedicated to his demise. It would seem however that Azrael had not fully educated his....female friend about what or whom she should be wary of. How very unfortunate. The whistling of the kettle sees the man lean forward on one elbow, head resting within the palm of his hand, skin scrubbed clean of any blood that ridiculous wolf had so carelessly bled all over him as one leg folds over the other in the very picture of contentment as he leans atop the bench.

"You can provide answers."

He is blunt perhaps, to the point, watching her make the tea before reaching out to take the cup from her- frowning slightly at her addition of only a single sugar cube.

"Biddu."

The foreign word passes his lips so smoothly, effortlessly, one hand held up to better display his indication for her to wait before returning the container of sugar to the cupboard, gesturing for her to pass it towards him, eyes briefly lifted in a silent 'do you mind?' before proceeding to pluck no less than five cubes from the jar- resting them on the bench beside his tea, one slipped easily between his lips in evident satisfaction. Sugar remaining his single most...potent weakness and a part of his equine nature he simply cannot deny.

"Why are you in the company of Azrael?"

He knows the man's name and as such is content to use it, eyes (or what can be seen of them) lifting to Calliel once more as he waits for her answer.

"You did not strike me as a Hunter's...apprentice the day we met, your scent laced with his own was concerning- so I came to see you. I do not know what you have been told or what you believe, but Hunter's and their cause are not what they might always....appear."

His shoulders shrug once more, as if he merely offers her such information from concern, as if he worries for her well-being to come extent and perhaps he does- though why remains to be seen.





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