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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

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Posted on September 03, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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He allows the girl to fuss about for those few moments, one violet eye watching the manner in which she scrawls a note to her uncle, whatever faint tendrils of hope she had to return any time soon sure to be dashed if what he had come to understand was true and yet for now at least he sees little need to destroy the girls hopes of returning home in the morning. She would come to realise soon enough that the effort of her change would leave her exhausted for hours, if not days, before she could return to her human form and yet the man had already made provisions for such a thing. The walk from here is completed in silence, the man seeing no need to offer any conversation nor effort to alleviate whatever fears she may have. If she was to be thrust into his world, even by his own doing then he would begin as he meant to continue with her, refusing to tolerate any foolish behaviours. It was...thankful, perhaps, that the girl herself at least seemed to have steeled herself for the night ahead to some extent, her Uncle, perhaps, having assisted in some regard and yet truly that Azrael had not managed to slaughter his companion was surprising enough in itself. It was to be a truly long evening, the walk itself long enough, the sun well and truly set by the time he reaches his destination at the far end of the residences and closer to the park. A sudden voice from behind sees the man pause, head inclined briefly backwards, one violet eye seeking the blue of her own as she spoke, a soft frown forming upon his features as he paused outside a rather large barn belonging to the riding school in the park- empty for the evening save for one rather aged gelding.

"Yes- I have advice."

One shoulder is thrown abruptly against the heavy wooden door, swinging it open, holding it for the girl before allowing it to close behind him. The barn was large, airy, a series of stalls lining one side, the old gelding within content to nicker it's greeting before returning to his meal- the centre space large, soft, covered with fallen hay and straw and it is for that reason alone the man is content to bring her here. It is also distinctly....private and should the worst happen it is not unusual to find a horse within a barn. She should be able to change here uninterrupted and with enough space to facilitate her new form, let alone a soft enough earth to crash onto should her attempts to walk...fail. As any foals surely did. He moves to stroll forward still, leaning back against the stack of hay bales at the far end of the room, arms folded smoothly across his chest now.

"If you are not attached to those clothes and wish to preserve them I recommend you take them off. You might as well become used to being naked- it is going to happen to you rather a lot."

His words remain cool, indifferent as always, attention inclined briefly towards the window and the moon already beginning to rise, that full, rounded sphere sending a shiver along his own spine though for now he ignores it, attention returned to the girl instead.

"You might as well make yourself comfortable here, we will be here for some hours yet. If you feel the need to scream, please try not to do it too loudly, no one should hear you here but I would dislike to deal with humans tonight. It is going to hurt, extensively so, for some months at least your changes will be bound by the moon alone and you will be forced to deal with this living hell each time. I bit you, Calliel, not Darius, though my teeth were aimed for him and not you and that is the last I will speak of it. Have you any further questions before this starts?"

He is blunt, to blunt perhaps, words lacking any true emotion as he simply states the facts of what he knows to be true, making himself only more comfortable atop the bales of hay. That she does not blame him for the bite wound was...nice, yet he hardly holds any true stock in her words. When she was writhing in pain she would likely not hold the same opinion and as such it is a meaningless. He simply waits, eyes resting upon her now, though concealed as always beneath that forelock of hair. It had been...years since he had been within a barn, eyes roving lazily over the racks of saddles and bridles and ropes and coloured feed bins before resting upon the old gelding at last, the animal contented chewing almost soothing to an extent- though his attention lingers only briefly on the small stalls. Enclosed...spaces had never been his forte. The ground she stood upon was soft enough at least, should she stumble and fall, his own powers engaged slightly to increase the heat of his form, warming the barn further now to make it more comfortable. There was little to do now but wait, it would hardly be long, the man assured some symptoms of her change would start within the next few moments though how long it would take until she changed entirely he had no idea.

"I will help you as much as I can, alright? How do you....feel?"

He is not particularly good at displaying care. This however, is his doing and for tonight at least he is willing to accept the responsibilities of it.



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