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.
you can call me whatever you like, gorgeous
Posted on August 11, 2018 by Troy Marks
He wasn't about to let Andras take this on alone now that he was in it. He couldn't imagine what he was going through cause Amelia had never been taken from him but he knew he would move heaven and earth to get her back if anyone ever did. And he could only hope he'd have backup and a support system at his side if that ever were to happen. So he wouldn't let Andras go through this alone. He would be there to fight or defend or just to support, no matter what. That's what a friend and court member did. The good ones, anyway. It was no use going for Andras' shirt as he plummeted, since his wings had torn his shirt to shreds but it was still instinct. Troy's hand closed on nothing but air so luckily Andras stopped himself from falling and continued across the fields, following some invisible GPS Troy couldn't see or hear. It had to be some sort of power of Andras', something linking him to his girl. When Andras dove to the ground by the farm, Troy followed in his wake, landing nimbly behind him. Everything in Andras' movements was angry and Troy didn't blame him one bit. Andras' words didn't surprise him either. Troy nodded. He wouldn't try to stop Andras. Whatever these people were, whether human or supernatural, they were the first ones to do wrong by taking his girl hostage and who knows what they were doing to her. He wouldn't want someone to stop him from doing whatever it took to get to Amelia if the same happened. Andras stormed toward a house, blowing the door off its hinges and Troy followed on his heels, already tense and ready for whatever defense maneuvers he needed to keep himself and Andras safe while they rescued Beylani. But Andras paused when he got inside, looking around as if searching but Troy could tell it was more than that. He was sniffing. And apparently he didn't like what he smelled cause next thing Troy knew, he was barreling back over to him and out of the house like a mad man. Troy dodged out of the way just at the right moment to let him go past. Once outside, Andras looked around. He was clearly searching for something and the moment he found it, Troy could tell by the look on his face. As Andras broke into a run, Troy followed, sure that he was onto something. Andras ran to a cellar door and ripped it off its hinges, racing down the stairs. The first smell to hit Troy face first was fae and blood. A lot of blood. It was fresh. Was she even still alive? He worried for Andras even before they hit the end of the stairs because he was worried that they were too late to save her. But that wasn't his mission right now. He needed to get Andras to her and keep him safe. He could sense other fae here and knew they wouldn't just let them come in and get her and leave. His lips tightened into a thin line and his wings folded and hardened, their feathery softness becoming steel in seconds as they hit the bottom of the stairs. Andras ran ahead and Troy could make out a woman shackled on a table. The source of all the blood. His face fell, knowing already that it was her, Beylani. And she was fading fast. So fast. Troy held his ground but he slowly walked up behind Andras as he sunk to the ground holding Beylani in his arms. As he cried and spoke softly to her, Troy glared at the two fae, daring either of them to make a move. His wings folded outward, shielding them should anyone try to attack but they seemed content just to watch for now, as if they already knew what the outcome would be. That just made Troy angry. He heard the last beat of Beylani's heart and his own breath caught in his throat, knowing nothing good would come of this. And he knew he wouldn't move to stop Andras no matter what, cause he was due this. Troy would want the same justice if that were Amelia. He watched with a sober expression as Andras gently laid her on the ground and stood. His wings folded back against him, knowing Andras wouldn't want a shield right now. He wanted retaliation. The moment one of the fae spoke, Troy glared in their direction, but his brow rose when the man said Andras' name. He glanced at Andras in question. Were they from his past? Troy remembered well the story he told them of his former court. The fae flinched back from Andras' words but as Troy went to step beside him to help, Andras' look made him hold his ground. At his words, Troy exhaled but nodded, folding his arms. If Andras wanted to kill them himself then Troy wouldn't keep that from him. Beylani was his justice to give, no one else's. He watched curiously as the shadows attacked the fae, holding them hostage before a blade spun out of the darkness and went through one of the men only to take the other's head right off. Troy didn't flinch, watching the head roll into a corner of the room before his gaze slowly went back to Andras, wondering only if he needed anything. He stood by as Andras gathered her in his arms. Then he said that he was going to turn her. Troy stared at him for a moment, searching his expression as if to make sure. There was no judgement in his eyes, only understanding. Andras went on to explain but Troy stopped him with a shake of his head. "Do it." He didn't have to say it. Troy knew he loved her. He knew she was important to him. His mate was worth it. "Tell me what you need." He only wanted to help in this moment, whatever Andras might need to finish the transformation. It had been centuries since he'd seen one, let alone take part in one.  |
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- death incarnate, night triumphant - By Andras Stein on August 19, 2018 at 8:00 AM