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.
and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars
Posted on March 10, 2017 by vhalla solarn
you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared
The assassin was furious.
Perhaps if her body hadn't exhausted itself in trying to repair her wounds, she would be entirely aflame at this moment. However, fatigue still tugged at her body, attempting to draw her into the spare bedroom and sleep for the next two days. Vhalla felt shaky and rather precarious on her feet but that raged that so consumed her urged her into a falling fashion in Dorian's room. Grunting after her accusation, she pants heavily, the stairs taking far too much effort than she expected to. It's with Sebastian's total disregard of her anger that inflames the assassin even more, her eyes suddenly noticing the bare chest of both the men in bed.
"You saved my life?" she snarls at Sebastian, clutching her side at the dull throb there. "We wouldn't even be in this situation if you hadn't drunk from me in the first place!" she very nearly shouts, her tone rising in incredulousness. When Dorian's snippy tone drags her deadly attention from Sebastian, she glowers at the faerie king, holding up a hand to silence him. "Yes Dorian, I did ruin the lounge room, but who's fault is that?" she snaps, her gaze darting to Sebastian again.
"As far as me hurting myself, don't bother," she snarls, her eyes dragging back to Dorian. Taking a deep breath, she lets her eyes close to control the rage burning in the pit of her stomach, using the door frame to balance herself, she can feel the room very much spinning with her eyes shut. Taming that anger, she takes one more breath before opening her eyes and glancing at the two men in bed.
"I will buy you a new couch since I torched it," she says flatly.
"But right now, I'm going to leave before I decide to set the both of you on fire." Grunting, she turns, stumbling, rather drunkenly, into the wall, before exiting much like she entered. Clutching her side tightly, she lets her hand drag across the wall, cursing to herself all the way down the stairs, "Bastards," she mumbles, feeling the caked blood on the inside of her suit. Her breath rather ragged as she makes it to the front door, unlocking it and slipping out, slamming the heavy door behind her with the last of her tantrum.
Vhalla Solarn
To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered