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 25, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Her wide-eyed innocence is met with a single nod of assurance that she can, indeed, choose anything she desires. No Beta of his would walk around in the rags she had been in before, much less his own clothing that hung from her feminine form to the point she was very near lost within them. The snowy-haired Alpha simply moved to recline within the leather chair, one long limb folding over the other in the very picture of nonchalance as his arms moved to fold behind his head- leaving the girl to her business as his own gaze moved to linger on the other shoppers that strolled past the doors of the store. The vast majority were Human, his olfactory sense readily offering him such information, those violet eyes watching beneath that snowy forelock, seeking any of his own kind amongst the rabble that wandered past. He is a watchful creature, despite the air of indifference that so often seems to linger about his lithe frame. Perhaps it is simply the nature of his animal form, of those designed to be prey that he is so very aware of all those around him, so many years of practice having allowed the young man an easily exacted level of control over those more basal prey instincts while allowing him the benefit of utilising those more useful facets of his nature. He was designed for war- after all, taught from an age so early to ignore any animalistic desire to flee while paying attention to everything that occurred about him, small and insignificant though it may seem. Claire's girlish squeals over a color she had taken delight in momentarily pull the equine from his thoughts, eyes flicking back towards the racks of clothing and the pile of outfits steadily growing within the sales assistant's arms, Claire evidently entirely content to take him up upon his offer to choose as much as she wanted. One hand moved ideally to fiddle with the pendant that adorned his own neck, fingers twisting and turning over the ancient steel medallion that hung from the titanium chain he always wore, tracing the patterns and lines of the image carved within it in an absentminded fashion. It had been a surprise, to say the least, to see his own medallions brother hung about the neck of the Werecat from the party, a coincidence he intended to examine further along with the very nature of this Ark itself. Something that would perhaps be made easier with Claire's assistance, his mind considering such thoughts before he found them drifting once more to his Hunter companion from several nights ago. So many pieces that needed to come in place. He sighed softly at the work still to be done- thankful perhaps for the distraction the opening change room door provided. The brightly coloured and yet distinctly low-cut shirt the woman had adorned saw the young man's eyes widen momentarily, gaze lingering briefly upon her feminine form and the way the fabric seemed to highlight certain features before allowing those violet eyes to trail down to the jeans that sat snugly against her hips in a decidedly more appealing fashion then his own jeans had been upon her moments ago- the barest hint of a smile tugging upon his features in approval. "The colour suits you- as does the cut. Much better than before." He simply nodded his approval, one finger lifting casually to turn within the air, signalling for the girl to spin with that same dominant ease in which he does all things. She did, indeed, look exceptionally better then she had before and yet her new clothing choice is sure to attract her quite a bit of attention all the same. Hmm, perhaps it wasn't all bad, provided she did not wander around looking dazed and confused in such attire- more than one overzealous young man sure to attempt to corrupt her innocence in that regard. Why she had chosen such overly bright colours, a start contrast to his own wardrobe of darker hues he hardly knew and yet he supposed he hardly cared to actually ask, gesturing for the saleswoman once more- that silent, commanding authority seeing the woman rush to his side in a rather obedient manner he found he liked. "She's needs shoes too." He would surely be buying enough to receive a little extra service here, the woman meeting his gaze momentarily before hurrying off once more- only to return with rather a number of shoe boxes, holding the first up for Claire's inspection as Frost merely looked on once more. He made to assure, if anything, that she would hardly regret choosing to accompany him. "Tell me when you're done Claire, then I have to pick up a few things for myself while we're here. Do not actually attempt to leave the store until we have paid for what you are wearing, mall security is tedious. Tell me, can you use a credit card?" |
Replies
- 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