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 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.
:: He'll Only Break your Heart ::
Posted on August 20, 2014 by Tobias
 She is correct perhaps, in her assumption that her concerns for modesty in this regard are unfounded, the boy truly having little to no ability to perceive such a thing, nor is his mind as other men, thoughts not given to linger beyond his question no wonder at or desire her feminine form. He understands what women are for, the boy hardly a virgin thanks to Nadya's determination to have him closer to her and yet his dislike for the touch of those unfamiliar to him perhaps assures Fae's safety in these moments, indeed, were it not for Nadya's power it is entirely debatable as to whether he would even have allowed her hands against his skin. His mind is simply not as other males, his thoughts given entirely to innocence in these moments as those eyes of dark chocolate linger upon the woman as she scrambles from the place she had hidden. It has become rarer, perhaps, for the man to ask his questions, Risqué truly disliking it when either of her pets was given to speak, often relegating them to there animal form purely for the satisfaction of their silence and yet this only further seeks to stunt his curiosity in things, in the world itself- in so much he has missed out on or been kept from. This single undergarment providing a wealth of fascination for his young mind, assured Naddy had never possessed one. Her hand patting against the bed sees the young man shift forward, lithe, well-toned frame moving to sit beside her, this gesture to do so seemingly well understood in these moments as those wild dark eyes continue to watch her movements warily as she lifts the bra to her shirt. Her assurance that this is, in fact, something for ladies sees his head tilt ever so slightly as she holds it against herself, eyes blinking momentarily, as if struggling to perceive the information offered, one hand reaching forward to momentarily brush against the shoulder strap. He is, after all, often given to his feline tendencies, this desire to touch an often overwhelming instinct and one he is given to learn by, the fabric momentarily felt between his fingertips before he releases it. What exactly the clothing does remains to be seen, the boy seemingly having simply come to the conclusion, that like a hat- or socks, it is simply something to be worn by women and as such perhaps his interest has been satisfied, head nodding at last in acceptance of this new found knowledge. His calm demeanour however, lasts only as long as her next question, that guarded expression returned in these moments as he sees fit to eye her warily once more beneath lashings of that ever-wild hair, hair that has long since passed the stage of needing a simple trimming and yet his refusal to allow anyone near him with a pair of scissors has perhaps prompted this unreasonably shaggy hair style he seems to sport. He understands what she is asking, more so, he has been asked it before, as a child, so many times in the years he had spent wandering the streets before his imprisonment he had been stopped by those meaning well, these trying to offer him some sort of assistance. Yet what wild animal allows itself to be willingly touched or caged? The boy more often then not having fled back into the alleyways and darkness in search of his childhood companion. It is fortunate perhaps, that he has finally managed to gain weight, food the one indulgence Risqué seems content to allow her pets when she remembers to feed them, or desires not to punish them by withdrawing it. He is still slight, still lithe and yet his ribs at least, no longer poke at his skin as they had only some months ago. The dark chocolate of his gaze rests against her own only momentarily, form shifting with slight discomfort, fingers knotting together in a decidedly child-like manner, as if he seeks to find some sort of answer or way to avoid answering at all before a frustrated snort manages to release. "Tetra and Naddy....pack. My pack." His gaze cuts sideways now, as if assessing to see whether or not this is an acceptable answer before offering her another garbled, stuttered sentence. "Tetra is...sleeping....on Risky's....bed. We...have to...sleep there or she....gets very...mad. Naddy.....got...away." This it seems is all he is willing to offer and yet surely it poses more questions then answers as the tall young man moves to stand once more- evidently of the opinion he cannot stay any longer, Risqué sure to have noticed his absence by now, else one of her employees is sure to find him. "I have to....go now but....if I come back......will there be...chicken?" |