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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

    11 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 SteinLisé Dupont
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    Dupont Circle

    5 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'byrneWilliam Townsend
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    Hawethorn Village

    6 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 AikenElain Daray
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    River Dale

    11 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 DorianMalakai KanaitaSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
tie this around your neck;184.148.34.166Posted On December 04, 2017 at 6:00 PM by Risque

Out go the lights and bump goes the night

And with your fear comes my delight


How painfully predictable her little kitty cat was. Some things never changed. Setting Tetradore free in the big wide world, was almost a cruel game, knowing very well where he would run. He had all this freewill and he chooses to do something so terribly anticipated that it was almost disappointing if it wasn’t so entertaining. The man who seemed so strong and powerful was truly and utterly terrified, it was a delicious aroma that would only age well as realisation stewed within that mind of his.

It was almost cruel to allow him to believe, to be so certain that his shackles had been severed and his wings no longer clipped. Did he ever question that destroying her was almost too easy? Even after all those countless instances in which he had failed before and had once paid for it dearly.

But did he really think that she wouldn’t keep tabs on him on Isolt? He had seemed so frantic, the smell of anxiety was potent within the air, what a appealing scent it was, an intoxicating cocktail she wanted to taste. She wanted nothing more than play with those debilitating emotions, fuel them in ways she could, drive them to new and terrible heights. She licked her lips, slowly at the thought as if she could vaguely taste it from the very scent he left behind, a wonderful trail of breadcrumbs for her to follow.

She slinks through the darkness that embraces her lithe form as if it worshipped her body and all her intoxicating curves. She is swift and soundless as a cat, slipping into the house had been easy enough. Catching just enough of their juicy little conversation, her ears should have been ringing. Didn’t they know that by talking about nefarious creatures that it might summon them to their door?

“Oh no.” Her voice billows out filling the room with her presence. “Who isn’t dead? Perhaps you better lock your doors, just to be.. safe. Sounds absolutely terrifying, its giving me chills.” She toys, that wicked gleam appearing within those multifaceted eyes, so cold and void of mortal sentiment and yet so entirely calculating. A smile like a cat that got the cream spreads across her ruby lips.

My, Isolt had grown, seeing her now, this close it became more apparent. She could feel that power the moment she passed the threshold of that house. “Isolt. How good it is to see you. You have grown into a woman.” She purrs like the feline she embodies. There was so much unspoken and heavily poignant in that dreadful way that sucked the energy from the room from even the smallest of crevices. All that fine dark potential whirls about her like shadowy gossamer fingers.

Those sadistic piercing eyes land upon her ruby haired progeny, it was undeniable those ties she felt with the woman she had turned. Was it really such a surprise that she would keep tabs on what was hers? Well, perhaps it would be considering she had been believed swept away into the cold embrace of the true death. Despite how very different they were, were both hers in their own unique way. One was akin to a daughter and the other was something else entirely but bound just a close, after all, she had created him. She idly allows her finger to tail upon the countertop without a care in the world, her hypnotic eyes piercing the veil between the duo, drawing in those exotic and yet familiar mingling scents.

“Now don’t let me ruin your conversation. Carry on, act as though I’m not even here.." She mused sadistically and yet her words hold a distinct nonchalance, yet each word uttered was as if she could taste each peak and sharpness of the letters upon her tongue. A small sensual smirk danced upon the devil woman’s full lips, her expression was knowing and possessive. That piercing look she cast him from across that room spoke said so very much, but mainly one that practically screamed. I own you and according to her, she still did.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on




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