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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

too wild for you


Posted on May 04, 2021 by Malia Tate
Residences


Somewhere along the way, she would have picked up on the scents filling the house as soon as she stepped in the front door. She would have known the rest of the pack were lounging in the kitchen at the moment, their masculine voices wafting through the house as the two men talked about boring stuff like money. Nothing she would be interested in. She knew she wanted to put her backpack down and then she'd check in with the pack. That was why she'd ended up at Nadya's doorway instead. Finding it empty was a whole new revelation, one she wasn't prepared for at all.

Somewhere in her panicking mind as the house practically vibrated with her scream, Malia could the voices downstairs, whispering at first and then more a normal volume. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she recognized the female voice as Abigail, the WerePanda she befriended in the woods and had invited to a party once at the house, trying to get her to join the pack. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized Abigail was part of the pack scent now (yay for victory!). Of course, the male voice that spoke back to her was unfamiliair, yet his was the new scent she'd picked up on when she came in, the new pack member.

At any other moment, the WereCoyote would have loved to hear Abigail gush over her being awesome, but she was still hyperventilating as her eyes washed over the empty room before her. She grimaced and cringed against the doorframe when Abigail's bright voice rang up to her, telling her she had a friend for her to meet. Any other time, Malia would have jumped at that chance to make a new friend, but now while her heart was questioning, confused, aching. She couldn't find the voice to reply to her red haired friend her lips parting but nothing coming out as she leaned heavily against the doorframe and slowly slid down the cracked wood till she was sitting on the floor.

Her head did tilt a little when a new scent came up to her, unfamiliar and strange. It wasn't pack and yet was, at the same time. Faded? There was still a connection there, though not one she fully recognized. Another female voice carried through the house, asking if it was a bad time. She was a Were; Malia knew that much from her scent. She stiffened, wondering if she should go down there, see if she was needed. Yet her legs wouldn't work, wouldn't move to make her stand. All at once, she felt drained of strength.

And then, there was his voice. Somehow, it calmed her throbbing heart even when the voice wasn't directed to her. He called the voice Edith, telling her he would have time after and she could stay with Abigail. That pack pull helped strengthen her and she gulped in a breath even as she heard his steady foot prints coming up the stairs. She couldn't face him, couldn't look at him just yet. What if he called her weak for feeling this way? When the warm hand fell to her shoulder, she thought she would stiffen up more, but instead her body melted, relaxing under the touch of her Alpha. Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled herself to her feet as he pulled his hand back. She knew Frost wasn't one for a lot of physical contact, so she held herself back, but as his voice rang out, telling her they were gone and he didn't know why, her heart started to ache anew.

Not just for herself, though. She slowly turned to face him, her gaze finally lifting enough to meet his as she searched his stoic features. She knew he had to be hurting, even worse than her because Nadya was so much more to him than a pack member. She bit her bottom lip, resisting the urge to touch his shoulder or (god forbid) hug him, knowing he was being strong for her, for the pack. Taking another deep breath, she nodded, her hands still balled into fists at her sides, restless with this new pain. Clearing her throat, she met his gaze again. "It'll be alright. We'll be alright." She tried to sound confident, but the last part had a small question mark at the end, as if wanting his confirmation. It was no secret Nadya had been the mother figure to the pack, the anchor. Frost was always the leader and Malia just felt like the chaotic explosion of activity.

The pack would make it through this, though. They had to. Heaving another sigh, she glanced past her Alpha down the stairs. There was nothing else to be said on the subject of Nadya, so a distraction was definitely needed. "Old friend?" She asked the man before her, her gaze shifted toward the bottom of the stairs. She knew in a just a minute or two, she would need to go downstairs and be bombarded by bubbly Abigail so she needed to get her head on straight first. She needed to talk about something else, anything else.


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