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.
ice, ice baby
Posted on January 18, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Whether the slender girl agrees with him because she agrees or simply because she has been taught to answer an Alpha with whatever he should like to hear best remains to be seen, Frost choosing no to question it for now as her features seem very near set aglow at the sight of the kitchen- her words earning her a stiff nod in turn as those violet eyes linger upon her from somewhere beneath that thickened forelock of snowy white hair. Her somewhat dishevelled appearance had led him to believe she may not have possessed any true skill in the art of cookery, the man used to the more predatory of the Were's merely mauling anything they could find to fit between their teeth. To learn that the girl may well be more civilised is at least a remotely more pleasing outcome. "Yes, anything, provided you clean up whatever mess you make." That, truly, was all he cared about in regards to whatever cooking ventures she sought fit to undertake. He wasn't running a maid service after all and if he could tolerate her in his home, then she could surely contain herself enough so as not to leave food scraps all over the place. It would be so unfortunate to attract....vermin after all, Were or otherwise. The bedroom seems to hold more amusement for the girl as she wanders within the rather simple room, peering into the wardrobe as if she expects the door to lead her to Narnia or whatever ridiculously fictional place those ever dreary books seemed to promise. For a moment the man merely leans against the doorway itself, allowing the girl to acquaint herself with the one place within the house he was willing to allow her entirely, her naivety once more seeming to surprise him. Had the girl no understanding of modern living? Had she come from some sort of....isolated farm? For now at least he allows such thoughts to dwindle, seeming to consider the question for a few moments longer, his words carefully chosen as they part his lips in those ever calm, cool lyrics. "If a part of this house or anyone in it is in distress to the extent that you or they cannot solve it alone- then you may come and get me." If anything it would at least encourage the girl to try to solve whatever issue she was having before she came charging in to demand help, his inclusion of the house merely a safeguard should she ever accidently light it on fire else somehow manage to destroy any part of it. His question in regards to her clothing and generally displeasing appearance seems to earn him a moment of contemplation from the woman as she peers down at her tattered rags before seeming to declare that human's may dislike her blood stained appearance, the equine allowing one eye to lift at this fairly obvious observation. "It does tend to bother them- wait here." It is with yet another sigh upon his lips that the man moves to leave the girl within her room and stroll next door to his own, stepping smoothly inside before returning with a pair of jeans and plain black shirt- both of which are surely too big for the short, slender girl and yet a vast improvement from her current clothing- the bundle tossed easily towards her. "Change into that and meet me downstairs in five minutes- we'll get you some real clothes." He simply turns away from her, leaving her within her room to organise herself, strolling easily down the stairs and into the hall way to wait for the girl, truly expecting her to take no more than the five minutes he had allotted to her, arms folding loosely across his chest as he rested beside the front door until Claire joined him. His clothes, as he had suspected, far too big for the woman despite his own lithe frame, waiting for the woman to join him before locking the door behind them and stepping back out and onto the street. The idea of shopping was not a particularly...thrilling one to the equine, crowded, concrete areas grated against his animalistic instincts and yet he could hardly leave the fox-girl naked, boots scuffing against the pavement as he moved to lead the way down the street and towards the busier end of town. It was hardly a far walk, no more then fifteen minutes or so at the brisk pace the horse set, assuring his companion could keep pace as he moved to press through the glass doors and into the bustling mall, heading now for the escalators with hands tucked into his pockets- more than one human moving to give the man space, their own instincts, so dramatically lacking compared to his own- seeming to ward them away from him. Where one shopped for woman's clothes he truly had little idea and yet was assured he could find it all the same. "Claire....what are you doing? Get on the escalator." |
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- hold on to this lullaby; even when the music is gone - By Claire Grace on January 19, 2015 at 12:22 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on January 23, 2015 at 1:40 PM
- she's sunshine mixed with a little hurricane - By Claire Grace on January 23, 2015 at 6:15 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on January 25, 2015 at 5:29 PM
- shes sunshine mixed with a little hurricane - By Claire Grace on January 27, 2015 at 9:12 AM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on January 30, 2015 at 12:53 PM
- she's sunshine mixed with a little hurricane - By Claire Grace on January 31, 2015 at 1:20 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on February 03, 2015 at 4:53 PM