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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 February 04, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 The tease within Calliels voice is hardly missed, the normally apathetic man managing the barest of smiles all the same, attempting to...soften his personality slightly, if only for the benefits of the women he now shared his home with. He was harsh perhaps, more so then he needed to be at times and yet with those whom had chosen to remain beside him he was attempting, slowly, to make some effort at achieving a comfortable existence with them. He may never be overly friendly or even decidedly approachable and yet the guarded young man had taken it upon himself to at least attempt to engage with his pack mates when they were around him. Respect is all he asks and in turn he is content to offer them the same. Calliel's joke about his knowledge earning her the softest of snorts. "I do not know everything, Calliel. I just know most things and the things I don't know about I find someone who does. I did so for your benefit." Whether his words are a joke or an entirely serious answer remains to be seen, the man's facial features decidedly expressionless as what little of his violet gaze can be seen fixates upon the task of breakfast as he leans easily against the table, watching the girl place presents beneath the tree. It was a bizarre tradition truly, different from his own and yet if Claire and Calliel held some desire celebrate Christmas then so be it, he could see little harm in it. His attention shits loosely from the recess of his own thoughts as Calliel made her own breakfast, complementing the scarf and book he had chosen for his- his own tradition, an obligation of his ethnicity and little else and yet her appreciation did not go unacknowledged as he offers a simple nod of his head. Her mention of having some unknown male within her room however sees his head lift sharply, eyeing her warily now. Perhaps she thought it amusing to jest over such things and yet he supposed that was her newness to this life, her inability to fully appreciate both territory and his own disagreeable temperament. If either of his pack mates desired male attention then so be it, but other men, those not sworn in loyalty to himself, were hardly welcomed within his own home. The irritation her words bring is concealed for the most part, the man content to remind himself it is her youth and inexperience that results in such a jest and yet he is, despite himself, a stallion- territorial over both his space and those whom occupied it. "I recommend, Calliel, that if you decide to have friends over you make me aware of it first. Consider for a moment what you are, what I am and what we, together with Claire, represent. Things will become clearer to you in time, though let me assure you that there are precious few, especially of the Were-kind, that will step onto pack territory uninvited and there is reason for that. Why do you think, Engill, that it would displease me to have those not pack in our home?" For all his authority and for all his harshness he is not as her Uncle before her. To command and order of her without cause would only irritate her, make her that much more difficult to handle and as such he poses the question to her instead. Why not allow her to understand it by her own reasoning? To consider it for herself? If he had learned anything from his time amongst so many females it was most assuredly that telling them not to do something invariably resulted in them doing just that and as such he simply desires her to engage her own mind now. One day, perhaps, she would find herself without him and he had every intention of assuring she could navigate the Were-world successfully. She seats herself to eat then, his own attention moving towards the front door. "I assume I will be answering it, don't worry Calliel, I'll go." What use is it to have subordinates if they do not even answer the door. He leans smoothly away from the table, one foot banging against Calliel's chair as he moves to past her, an accidental gesture to be sure, one that sees the young woman near face-plant into her cereal bowl as the corner of his lip merely lifts in the faintest of ghostly simpers before his business-like demeanour returns and he moves to the front door to open it. Scarlett was, at least, on time, the woman's features flushed from the cold, her arms filled with something that smelled decidedly sweet, what little of his gaze could be seen beneath that strange white hair watching her intently for several moments- attempting to see what she held before stepping aside to let her in. "Scarlett." It is a simple greeting, Frost moving to close the door behind her, his own powers readily engaged to begin to heat both the room and the blonde woman, allowing those faint tendrils of heat to slip and wrap with delicate ease about her form and chase the blue tinge of cold from her skin, easing his power only when her lips return to the same warm red he is assured he remembered them being. Hmm, they were far more pleasant now. "This way." He gestures loosely up the hall, past the living room, more of a library truly and into the kitchen where Calliel still sat surely attempting to clean milk and cereal from her face. Perhaps next time she would reconsider her place. "Calliel this is Scarlett, Scarlett this is Calliel, whom I told you about. Her animal form is the same as my own, she has only shifted once so far and yet continues to ask me question I have no answers to, hence why you are here. Calliel, Scarlett was a bitten Were as well- she is at your disposal to speak with for as long as she decides to stay. Do either of you have any wish for me to stay or would you rather talk alone?" He has little idea of what questions Calliel might desire to ask, he himself had been capable of answering only some and indeed he finds himself curious of the conversation to be had, yet if they desired privacy then so be it- he would entertain himself. "Either way, before you leave today Scarlett, if you have the time, I'd like to speak to you myself. Later." He can already see into her mind, her utter determination to befriend him if nothing else, it was amusing, truly, though how far he would allow the woman to penetrate his own guarded nature remained to be seen- his features suddenly frowning slightly. "Scar, did you bring food?" |