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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.

Alexander Macedonia

you were with your friends, partying, when the alcohol kicked in

Posted on July 16, 2020 by MATTEO

Matteo's bare feet padded softly across the polished tiles of his Chateau. The Frenchman made his way from the outside deck with its pool and hot tub and toward the fully stocked bar that lingered just within those double doors. He reached effortlessly for the bottle of champagne that rested on the gleaming dark wood of the bar top with every intention of refilling the glasses within his free hand. Outside, Amelie's laughter echoed warmly. The striking French woman had made herself perfectly comfortable in Alexander's lap as the hunter reclined beside the pool within one of his luxurious day beds, the warmth of the sun beat down on the pair as Alexander regaled the woman with another tale of his exploits. The very sort Amelie could hardly seem to get enough off. She adores him. Matteo's own silver gaze shifted then to fixate upon Giselle's own slender, femanein figure. Dressed in little save a decidedly revealing bikini the equally blonde woman was nothing short of....glorious in every sense. She strode with purpose across the room then. Her figure was very near graceful as she reached him. Her hand found his bare shoulder, Matteo and Alexander both having lost their shirts long ago, before her fingers loosely traced a light pattern upon his skin. Her head came to rest affectionately upon his shoulder then. Her breath warm agianst his neck in a way he found nothing short of pleasing. Giselle knew him well. The striking blonde one of the few women he chose to...revisit time and time again. The pair so having indulged within one another for years. Giselle's sister, Amelie, had been introduced to Alexander only some months ago and yet the pair seemed decidedly...content with one another.

Your Alexander is a good lover, he knows exactly what he is doing. Amelie enjoys it immensely. Matteo's lips quirked ever so slightly as he reached to refill the first of those glasses. How many had they had now? Perhaps it hardly mattered. The near ancient Fae had lost count some time before the sun had risen and he had lost himself within Giselle entirely.

"Oui, I taught him everything he knows."

Matteo's haze shifted but briefly to assure himself Alexander had hardly heard that comment. His father, for now, far too focused on the woman upon his lap and within his arms. Giselle, however, so hardly missed that very look as she chuckled warmly agianst his ear. Hmmm, are you sure Mon Cher? He tells me it was he who taught you. Her lips pressed to his neck once more, just below his ear, that retort catching briefly within his throat, the ache within his groin becoming all the more prominent once more before the young women lent away. Her slender physique gracefully danced forward to grasp one of those glasses before holding it out toward him expectantly. Ah, but they had played this very game so many times before. Matteo's own eyes rolled lightly at her teasing before his hand reached to snatch her own, tugging her closer and back agianst him. His lips found her own readily. Her taste was warm, familiar and entirely arousing. That very kiss had left her near breathless before he pulled abruptly away. Her glass had required filling, no? Matteo took that very opportunity to do just that as Giselle's eyes narrowed at his ploy. I adore you, Matteo, but you are an ass. You are lucky that you are merely a very fine ass. That ready chuckle rose smoothly from within his own throat then as he filled that champagne flute before seeing to the others. Giselle raised that glass to her lips, the woman savouring the taste before her fingers reached forward to pluck at the waistband of the loose jeans he wore. The denim fabric hung low on his waist. Come to the hot tub when you are done here, Mon Cher. Amelie and I have found a very ingenious use for those heated jets, we should like to show Alex and yourself our...idea. You will hardly need those either. Giselle tugged lightly at his jeans before turning on her heel. Matteo afforded a single backward glance, a simper forming upon her red lips, before she strode back out to the deck.

The Frenchman's gaze lingered upon her retreating form for a moment before Amelie, in turn, extracted herself from Alex long enough to join her sister before beckoning the hunter toward that hot tub they had made themselves comfortable in. How very much he enjoyed these weekends. Alexander so having proven time and time ago to be a near perfect wingman in every sense of the word. How nice it was to simply...forget the world, even for a little bit. To enjoy it- as Alexander and himself had once done all those centuries ago when Alexander had very near owned the world in its entirety. Matteo moved to step forward, the Frenchman having every intention of joining those young women within the heated water when the singular and distinct sound of a ringing phone prompted him to pause. Hmmm. it was close by and most certainly not his own. Alexander, it seemed, had managed to lose his mobile somewhere within the couch cushions. Given the various positions they had taken up last night such a thing was hardly surprising.

"Alex! Phone!"

The Hunters returned shout demanded to know just who it was, Matteo's eyes rolled once more in a momentary exasperation as he attempted to sort through those tossed cushions, discarded clothes and several more wine bottles. Hmmm. perhaps that had drunk more than he thought last night. Where was the damned phone? That ringing abruptly seemed louder as Matteo lifted one of those couch cushions only to toss it over his shoulder. Gregory, he was certain, would have a fit when he saw that room later and yet how little such things bothered the Frenchman here and now. Alexander's phone rested neatly beneath that pillow, Matteo so momentarily eyeing that screen before calling back out to his companion.

"It's your horse!"

That near baffled look from both Amelie and Giselle was hardly missed as Alexander, with notable grumbling, made his way inside to retrieve that phone Matteo held out toward him. It was rare, in every sense, for Frost to phone. The distinctly stoic stallion so hardly the...chatty type as far as Matteo was concerned and yet he seemed to have formed a bond with Alexander all the same. Matteo passed the mobile to his companion then, the Frenchman momentarily lowering his voice for Alexander only.

"When you are done speaking to Frost we need to talk about that....thing you did last night when you flipped Amelie over. Since when did you learn that? I thought you ran out of moves during the renaissance, Old Man."

Matteo was near quick to dodge out of the way of any swing of his Father's arm. Those lyrics offered teasingly as Alexander snatched the phone away before wandering across the room to speak with his companion. Matteo's own attention turned briefly to the sofa once more. The Frenchman made some effort to place those cushions back on the catch- only for something else to capture his attention. The small wooden book that sat upon the edge of the coffee table was hardly his own. Alexander, he presumed, had brought it down with him from his room last night. The Hunter had briefly mentioned having some sort of business to attend to with it and yet Amelie and Giselle had arrived early. Any business having been all but forgotten. Matteo's head titled every so slightly, the ever-curious Fae reaching down to lift the lid of the box and eye the golden ring nestled within the red velvet cushion within. Hmmm. He had hardly ever seen that ring before. It hardly appeared remarkable in any sense- save for that hum of power that seemed to echo around it. Matteo reached forward to pluck that ring from within, the Frenchman turning that shining object about within his fingers in some effort to read those decidedly ancient symbols carved into its surface- only for that ring to abruptly....unfold within his hand. That metal arranged itself into a veritable globe of sorts made up of several different rings.

"Que diable...?" (What on Earth?)

Those rings began to spin. That faint feeling of power within the ring all but exploding in the same moment as Alexander's shout echoed from across the room....

c'est dur d'ĂȘtre un dieu.