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.
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Posted on December 10, 2016 by Dorian Aragona
Dorian AragonaHis Majesty
My wasn't she a stubborn thing! Her voice almost accusing towards him. Dorian assured he had never quite met a woman like this before. She was, well, something of a shrew he is sure, destined to be an Old Maid if nothing else, it was perhaps merely fortunate she was an attractive creature else surely no man would ever desire her company willingly. Bold. Maybe that was the best way to think of her. Unusually bold. The woman seemingly determined she was incapable of learning any control of her ability despite his offer to help, assuring him further he was likely to simply get burned. Perhaps he was and yet a little burn was hardly going to bother him. Should her powers prove too entirely out of his skill to assist with then he would find someone else to help her or merely admit his own defeat. Dorian determined to try if nothing else. Although why he was continuing to attempt to do so he hardly knew. If anything Vhal seemed equally as determined to warn him away and yet surely she feared for the safety of herself and her companions? Surely she would want to control this thing she seemed afraid of? Perhaps others merely did not hold his own work ethic. His own words slightly terse now and yet Dorian remained nothing if not polite.
"I cannot comprehend it until you allow me to see it in the least. If your gifts prove too much for my assistance then I will say so."
It was relatively simple to his mind, the girl muttering unintelligibly for several moments, Dorian assured she would benefit from finishing school before she seemed to reluctantly accept she had little other choice in this, reluctantly agreeing to his proposal, his own head nodded simply now.
"When you are ready to learn merely inform me and we will work on it."
After all, she clearly knew where he lived didn't she? One silver eye lifting to watch the woman still sprawled on his bed, suggesting she might desire to find another place to rest, the woman at last reluctantly rising to her feet with the demand he cease to twist his panties. What were panties? Why was she laughing? Was it a humorous word?
"Goodnight."
It is little more than a mutter, Dorian closing his door behind her, flicking the lock determinedly as if this might prevent the girl sneaking back in should she try.
