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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.
ice, ice baby
Posted on March 10, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 The evident joy the young mare takes from this discovery of hooves on snow is hardly missed by the often guarded young man, his attention lingering briefly upon her as she attempted to kick it forward a second time, only to stumble in her attempt as the briefest hint of a simper traces his lips in response. This ghost of a smile however, lingers only a few moments before it simply passes once more and he continued to press forward in silence, ears pricked forward at the rumbling sound of hooves coming swiftly in their direction. He knew entirely that Calliel may well have already begun to feel some sense of pleasure in her new form, the open space, the cold, the wind, all things that responded so readily to their equine forms and one even he is not immune to feel the touch of beneath the fullness of the moon above as his own head swings and jets of smoke rise readily from flared nostrils into the night as a handful of his companions make themselves known. It is perhaps Sophia he is the most pleased to see, the others forgotten, ignored to an extent in the movements he moves to wrap his neck around her own, combing the dark bay of her pelt with the pale gold of his own- inhaling her scent in a satisfaction and pleasure he rarely displays. It had been...years since he had last seen the young woman- in any form, her muzzle touched to his own in a moment of near mutual affection between the pair before he makes some effort to introduce Calliel. His reunion with his companion it would seem was destined to be short lived, Vanish content to act much as he had warned the girl others might, her evident displeasure displayed as she pulled herself back from his touch. Her question, he supposed, was not unwarranted and yet he had truly not considered an explanation upon the matter of names. He had simply become so entirely used to the nomenclature of his own species that her lack of understanding had not occurred to him, his voice light, smooth as he offered some explanation. "When we are born, Calliel, our Mother's give us our birth names, our true names, but our Fathers give us the names be which we will be known. Frost is the name my father gave me, as Vanish was given his and Wraith her's- it is common to be named after the power you possess at birth. These however, are not our true names, merely nicknames in a way. In our culture, true names are reserved only for family, those we are intimately connected to or those we trust deeply. To call another by their true name indicates a deep connection- beyond simple acquaintance or friendship. Do you understand?" He paused once more, voice level, even, violet gaze held upon her own in some effort to assure himself she had perceived this lesson he had attempted to teach, the others already having deduced what had been made clear by such an explanation. That Calliel was not from within the compound as they had been, that she was free of such a taint, even Wraith seeming to have taken renewed interest in the girl. Then you have no rider? No Hunter to serve? Vanish spoke once more, the older stallion having made no attempt to press further into Calliels space, in possession of more sense then Riot had displayed, curiosity lacing his words as Frost simply shifted his position, his flank brushing Calliel's own now in a gesture aimed entirely to assure his young charge that he remained close by- her insecurity far more clear then perhaps even she anticipated. Riot however, saw fit to put to end any further conversation, lunging suddenly towards Vanish- the older stallion rearing upwards to meet him as the two pulled away in a game, that saw one race ahead- the other following, heels kicking snow upward in a flurry as Wraith watch on, leaving Frost between Sophia and Calliel, the boy, Zero, pressed across his Mother's chest as Sophia spoke once more- her head this time reaching over Frost to touch her own muzzle to Calliel in greeting. Boys, Calliel, are like lava lamps. They are fun to look at, but not very bright. No, no Frosty, don't interrupt, go and play with the others or be quiet- the girls are talking For a moment the pale stallion merely allowed his ears to press backwards, though it is hardly the gesture of displeasure it appears, eyes rolling lightly beneath that forelock of mane, shifting forward to allow Sophia to stand beside Calliel now as his own form rested on three legs in easy contentment. He has known Sophia long enough to understand her tease, assured conversation from another young woman may be entirely beneficial for Calliel all the same, permitting Sophia to continue as he simply looks on, eyes returned briefly to the child. It had been near five, perhaps even six years since he had last seen the boy, since Sophia had handed him the babe newly born. He had grown beyond all imagination, though his shock of blonde hair remained the same, along with his near sky blue gaze. He remembered the child with startling clarity now and yet it would seem the boy hardly knew him. Perhaps it was to be expected- how could the boy know his own Father when they had met but a handful of times in so many years? Do not be too daunted by your new life Calliel, it will grow on you, I promise you that. You are fortunate to be here, in this city and with Frost. Do not let him boss you about entirely to much- he is far softer then he appears on the surface I assure you. "Thank you, Sophia." I think we should go for a run, do you agree Calliel? We should all stretch our legs, then perhaps Frost, you might give me the pleasure of your attention. There are things we should speak off. She gestures softly to the boy, moving to step past Frost now, Zero in tow, her tail flicking abruptly upward against the stallion in a manner almost flirtatious as Frost moves to follow, pausing to turn back to Calliel now, waiting. "Do you think you can manage it, Engill? We will start slow, if it becomes to much or you worry you may fall, then simply let me know and I will stop them. I think you will enjoy it." |
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- It’s Unmistakable - By Calliel Alosi on March 19, 2016 at 10:39 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on March 31, 2016 at 1:50 PM