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    The Residences

    Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Anacosta Heights

    10 residents

    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.

    Ceara HadeRowena MetcalfEmma MikaelsonSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve ThornAndras Stein
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    Dupont Circle

    4 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they 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 for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Adelaide LabelleJohnathan HolmesGia Jones Aine O'byrne
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    Hawethorn Village

    5 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn 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.

    Serafina DuboisDavante DorianAnastasia RomanovaLazarus DarayMiyako Aiken
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    River Dale

    10 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroKillian CarrickRegan IzumiElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
ice, ice baby101.180.53.52Posted On March 03, 2017 at 12:24 AM by Rixon Leifsson


He had kept an eye on that coyote woman ever since that evening within the forest and their subsequent return to his own home. After all, any edition to his pack was worth his monitoring, Frost seeing no need to keep the girl inside and as such he had been entirely content to leave her to explore that city as she saw fit- even if his attempts to assist her shift that animal form had not been wholly successful. He could well have forced it from her and yet forcing it would hardly teach her in any sense. That stallion good to his word in that promise to instruct and yet the woman’s mind that evening had been chaotic, distracted, far to taken with examining the inside of his house then with focusing upon her inner form. Frost at last having given up, telling her simply that they would try again when he deemed her calm enough of mind to provide him a decent attention span. In the wake of that evening he had become used to her presence coming and going, Frost hardly caring in the slightest for what she might do with her time provided it did not require him to rescue her from it. The often indifferent man decidedly more…personable towards his pack members then he was the rest of the world. There was always food available, along with a bed if nothing else, those bonds that connected him to each and every one of them assuring him of their relative safety and as such the man attended to his own business.

It had been several days since he had last seen the woman, his attention fixated upon that book before him, features frowning somewhere beneath that tangle of white blonde hair as his lips parted to mummer those words almost allowed- as if saying them somehow confirmed them for him before the sound of the door opening downstairs saw the man rise from his seat within his room. He was well aware of who it was well before she spoke, the faintest sound of approval at her remembering to shut the door humming from his throat as he appeared atop that landing, looking down into the hall below- only to find a decidedly human figure greet him. My, my, someone had been busy hadn’t she? Doing anything save for shopping, apparently. Her clothing decidedly masculine and ill-fitting and yet for now he merely allowed his features to remain that façade of indifference as he so purposefully allowed his feet to fall more heavily- alerting Malia to his location as he looked down upon her.

“Frost should suffice and yes I am around- as you put it.”

Rapunzel was hardly his favoured of nicknames and yet he supposed she had a point in some sense. That mane of hair he wore in his equine form very near akin to that childhood fable. He paused once more then, letting the violet of his gaze linger upon her form, making no effort to hide the examination of her before he moved to shift from his place, making his way down the stairs until he stood before her. What may very well have been almost a simper tugging at his lip as he regarded her. The scent of whomever she had been with lingered almost potently upon her, after all, she was wearing his clothing. The stallion finding himself almost curious of this ‘other’ as he so eternally was when it came to his belongings. The woman so falling under just that category.

“I see you finally found a way to rid yourself of the dog suit. Well done.”

His voice remained as smooth and cool as ever. The man seeming so eternally emotionless about the world at large even despite offering her that praise. She was almost pleasing to look at when not on all fours, pretty even- and yet for now he kept such thoughts to himself. His hand gesturing lightly instead to her attire. Amusing or not it was almost shameful really, to have a member of his pack walking about dressed in….that. His lip quirking slightly once more as he lent back against the rail of the stairs now with that casual ease. Frost almost….teasing.

“So tell me then, who is this mystery man whose clothes you’ve chosen to wear, hmm?”


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we built this city on broken glass




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