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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!

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    Anacosta Heights

    8 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 MetcalfSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve Thorn
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    Dupont Circle

    3 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.

    Johnathan HolmesKatherine DorsetGia Jones
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    Hawethorn Village

    4 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 RomanovaMiyako Aiken
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    River Dale

    8 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 EveroElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
i want the entire street out of town, to be alone with you101.180.53.52Posted On March 18, 2017 at 11:23 PM by Rixon Leifsson


The annoyance at the manner in which he strolled simply into the apartment was all but ignored. Frost having become decidedly used to the looks she often afforded him behind his back and when she thought he might not be looking, his own lips pulled lightly upward into some taint of amusement at just that notion of familiarity before seating himself upon the arm of the couch. He desired to talk to the woman and yet with the child howling there was little hope of any other words. The stallion instead moving to utilise his power in a wholly innocent fashion, crafting those butterflies that danced and hovered above the children, so seemingly close and yet eternally fluttering out of reach at the last moment. That constant, fluttering motion assured to appeal to their feline senses and distract the girl-child from her wailing over whatever it was that had set off that tantrum in the first place. Her brother, by far the quieter of the two, wandered easily over a moment later to join his sister. How displeasing it was that the girl seemed to take so strongly after her own Father. Frost assured Isabella would prove to be a distinctly difficult girl for most of her life and yet such idle considerations were brushed aside of those cries finally fell silent and his attention returned to Nadya in full. Persistence, it seemed, was a distinctly potent trait within the man thugh whether a result of his species, his affinity for will power of simply his personality- if not a combination of all three remained to be seen. Frost content, still, despite it all, to have Nadya with him even if she was proving to be a truly illusive prize. He had, somewhere along the way, become entirely and emotionally….invested in the woman. That feeling content to make a fool of him as it did so many others. Her words met with the faintest of frowns that dared to dance upon his features.

“I am not asking you to forget it. Though I…..have come to question much about his death.”

For months now he had been haunted by that blasted cat! He appeared at all hours of the night to make damned nuisance of himself. Frost unwilling to admit that a part of him was almost afraid of the feline if nay because his mind remained unsure as to whether he was real or truly some sort of possessed spirit. He had never truly considered the idea of an afterlife, not until now and yet such consideration prompted only more questions than it did answers. Still, the man ceased to say anything further on the topic lest Nadya remain unware of these appearances. Frost holding little desire to distress her all over again with some talk of his seeing the man…or the man’s ghost. Let alone the damage he seemed to do to the house every time he appeared. The equine having taken to nailing most things to the wall or floor, another day spent cleaning the blood from his walls as if that alone might purge the presence of the feline hell bent on revenge. Some measure of fear afflicting the equine at the idea of yet another unanticipated appearance and just when that might be. Here and now at least, he allowed such thoughts to waver as Nadya spoke off her role as Beta and the duty that came with attempting to protect her pack, or in the least, afford them her solidarity. It was admirable, truly, her dedication to them and yet though he hardly dared voice it, Frost could hardly help but wonder if their dedication to her was nearly the same.

“That pack has two Beta’s does it not? Surely Tobias can protect them? Though if I am the perceived threat you have little to concern yourself with. If have no desire to involve myself with the Nightshade pack any further then has been done.”

There was a decided true to those words all the same. Frost holding no intention at all off ever so dealing with any of those individuals again beyond merely passing them in the street as was bound to happen. His words were diplomatic, in a sense, his description of Tobias chosen with care if only not to displease Nadya further be referring to the man as Frost truly thought of him. Yet for all that creatures short comings- his protective instincts hardly seemed to be lacking. Frost assured the boy could defend that pack in the least and as such Nadya’s role there was perhaps surplus to its needs. The man attempting to press her thoughts back to those places she was needed. His attention was distracted briefly then by one of the children standing to chase after those fluttering creatures, the other, the boy, Micah- wandering towards that basket of toys. It was perhaps, with some small measure of smugness, that the stallion watched the boy choose that horse-toy from amongst the pile and wander back towards him. One tiny hand rested upon his knee, the other proudly holding that toy up towards him as if attempting to offer it before mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like ‘dada’. Hmm. How intriguing. Some curious touch of emotion brushing momentarily across him, lips parting to speak, Any attempt to further the child’s query was lost however as Nadya moved almost instantly to scoop the boy up, that toy dropped from his hand to fall beside the stallion. Frost reaching for it almost absentmindedly to balance it upon his knee, straightening those soft limbs. Nadya quick to assure him that Dada was a common phrase.

“Is it?”

Somehow he suspected it wasn’t. Nadya rapidly attempting to brush that topic aside. Frost momentarily contemplating that this was perhaps the first time any child had referred to him as such, even his own, his features frowning slightly before Nadya seized upon the idea of the burlesque and its sale. It had been unusual, if nothing else, Frost almost assured Nadya never planned to sell the business. The young woman relishing in that freedom and independence from her brother and too- genuinely seeming to like the work. Frost himself not unopposed to several of her dances. The notion that it was for the twins however, was not truly surprising. Her plan to teach dance however was a little more unexpected, his violet gaze flicking from the woman to her children and back again. Were they not a little to….young for dancing? They could apparently walk, by all accounts and yet they still seemed distinctly unstable- like newborn colts. The snowy-haired man doubtful of their ability to perform choreographed steps.

“That is….ambitious. Where do you intend to teach this dance from if you sold the Burlesque?”

Her home hardly seemed big enough, Frost eyeing those walls now in contemplation before what little of his gaze could be seen returned to the woman, his arms folding across his chest as one leg folded over the other- the man making himself almost comfortable upon that couch. Nadya had removed her shoes, the young woman clearly having given up on the idea of going out tonight. That stallion making himself comfortable in turn. His voice as calm as it always was.

“What will you do, Naja, when they have to be taken to and from school each day and you are trying to run a business? They are only going to get bigger, older and less willing to travel to and from work each day with you. Do you intend to leave them with Tobias in the Ark?”

He surely knew the answer to that already and yet while this ‘fix’ Nadya had found to keep both her children and her finances secure was surely suitable for how long did she truly intend for it to work? What would she do if either of her children simply decided they do not like dancing? A time would some in which she needed pack once more, the man hardly pressing, simply seeking that she might consider these things. She was a stubborn creature, a prideful one- wasn’t he just the same? Admitting she needed assistance surely not a realization that would come easily.

“Why are you so determined to do these things alone?”

His word were quiet, almost an afterthought of sorts, a sigh falling from his lips in almost the same moment- Frost hardly truly expecting her to answer such a thing. Nadya still seeming determined to reject his assistance in every way it was offered- at least for now. How much easier it would be if she only came with him and walked away from that pack that had kept her tethered so long.



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we built this city on broken glass




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