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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 June 13, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 He finds her presence within the kitchen...comfortable, pleasing. She is busy as she moves about, reminding him very vaguely of...home. Not of his Mother, for surely his Mother was never this attractive or pleasing to his mind, but more so of his sisters and the way they had once bustled about in the same manner, forever shooing him out. It is an idyllic memory, one long since forgotten and of the type he is rarely given to indulge in- hurriedly forcing them away now before they can take any hold, her words bringing a passing smile to his lips all the same as she voices her pleasure in these talks- as she calls them. "Good." It is all he offers, lifting his coffee to his lips once more to take another sip. It was better that she enjoyed these conversations, it would build her trust in him, them, pack and for now that was all he truly sought fit to ask of her. For all his capabilities in war and upon the battlefield he is not immune to the sense behind a need to bond, to some extent, with those he claims as his own. Claire in particular a creature he had become....fond of, protective of- it was instinct to a certain extent. She was naive, vulnerable- innocent and some part of him desired to protect that, only further fuelling his desire to shield his favoured possession from others while seeking to assure he alone held her trust- something the girl, he suspects, gives out far to easily if the boy in his kitchen some weeks ago was not indication enough. Her innocence in that moment is only further exacerbated by the confusion that adorns her pretty features, scowling towards him as if what he suggested was entirely bemusing to her, no small amount of disdain tracing his features as he sighs softly in realisation of the task before him as she points, declaring himself to be the first male she has seen outside of her blood- her family. "Then I think we have much to discuss. You will find Claire, sooner or later, that boys will be drawn to you- they will want things from you because you are attractive. You probably do not understand what I mean. I will explain later, but please, ask questions before trying to find answers for yourself, alright?" He was displeased at having to answer such things, a woman her age should know, should understand, if not have already experienced these things- her lack of such experiences made her all the more vulnerable and yet he was entirely more displeased at the thought of someone else answering whatever questions she might have. The girl fair to easily taken advantage of. He moves to offer her the coffee then, a lack of judgement on his behalf perhaps, or seemingly so and yet once more this is one more experience he would rather the woman have beneath his gaze then alone and unattended o the street, her disdain seeming to amuse him, chuckling humming within his chest as she hurriedly handed it back. All the better perhaps. "No, we shouldn't have to hide, but for now at least, it is for the better. Not all are tolerant and it makes it harder for a Hunter as well. After all, a horse running about in a mall or a fox catching a bus maybe be something of a giveaway." His shoulders moved to roll in an easy shrug all the same, lifting himself from his chair, draining what remained of his coffee before heading toward the back door, his little vixen dancing behind with her pan of quiche and forks before asking where she was better placed. She was a pleasing creature, truly. "Over here." He simply moves to take the pan from her, entirely capable of keeping it warm as he does, pausing to place it down atop a box for now before guiding the woman to the middle of the yard, the trees more than enough shelter to keep the neighbours either side from holding to much of a view. "Your power is probably stronger in your animal form and for that reason I think it is best if you remain human, you can do that for me I am sure. Now, close your eyes. You are going to feel my power, my touch- but it will not harm you, I promise." He waits, nodding once more, affirming his command before moving to stand behind the little blonde as she closes her eyes. His own affinity is extended, seizing onto her heat signature readily- her body a comfortable temperature as he begins to increase it, heating it- but hardly by much, merely allowing a pleasant, soothing warmth to begin in her very toes, letting it spread slowly up her limbs, twisting and turning about every vein and nerve, a heated caress of her body, as he spoke in those same, calling tones, each word cool and smooth as they always are. "Your power is a manipulation of both body and mind- from what I can see. You cannot control it, I believe, partly because you do not understand it and partly because you are afraid of it. Every part of the body can be utilised as a weapon- but to use something you need to know it. I don't want you to use your power right now. I just want you to feel it. Imagine that warmth, that heat I am giving you is your power, imagine it flowing through your body like blood, our magic is in our blood after all, it is in every part of you- simply feel it, every part of it, in every part of you." He simply allows the heat to continue it's path, assuring the woman's eyes remain closed, her vision critical, it would seem, to being able to aim and as such he has no intention of having her gaze accidently fall upon a victim should she lose control once more. "When you use your power, you are simply releasing it as a response to fear- fear is primal, it is instinctive and when you have nothing left that is your defence and it isn't wrong- but nor is it controlled. When you use your power I want you to control it. Simply imagine focusing that heat to one part of your body, your hands for example." He lets it move then, using his own power to give hers....a feel, a reality, something real that may better help her understand as he allows that warmth to flow to her hands alone- stepping smoothly out from behind her now to stand before her, reaching softly to grasp her hand in his own- momentarily pleased at the softness of her skin before pressing his fingertips to her own of only her right hand. "Keep your eyes closed, but imagine that...flow I have shown you travelling from your fingertips to mine, imagine pushing it, guiding it, forcing it if you have to- but keep it flowing. Imagine that heat is...fire, like a fire in your veins and you want to push it into mine, almost as if you want to burn my fingertips just a little- not to much now- just try." If she is focused enough he is entirely assured her efforts to do just that will result in her own powers manifestation, responding to her focus, though hopefully just enough to sting at his fingertips, quite content to use the symbolism of fire to help her if need be- his own shields ready should she throw far to much at him by accident and if it didn't work- well, they had all night now didn't they? "You will not hurt me, just try, you power should come from control- not fear." |
Replies
- hold on to this lullaby; - By Claire Grace on June 21, 2015 at 9:33 PM
- i stand with those who favor fire - By Rixon Leifsson on July 01, 2015 at 3:28 AM
- hold on to this lullaby; - By Claire Grace on September 10, 2015 at 6:43 AM
- but if i had to perish twice - By Rixon Leifsson on September 13, 2015 at 4:52 AM
- show me all the scars you hide; - By Claire Grace on October 13, 2015 at 8:29 AM
- i think i know enough of hate - By Rixon Leifsson on October 14, 2015 at 2:29 PM