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 February 03, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 It is not his job to please her, not truly, in fact it is quite the opposite- it is her job to please him as it is the job of any subordinate to please their Alpha and yet in this moment he is willing enough to indulge the girl in her evident love of cookery. His house is devoid of meat on most occasions and as such he supposes he is willing to meet her needs without having to take her hunting within the forests. Besides, if she proves herself a truly capable cook her value to him only increases along with it. If she enjoyed food, he saw no need to deprive her of that- while providing her with purpose all at once. The manner in which he moves to part that every thick forelock of hair and offer a view of his rarely seen gaze is a fleeting thing, violet eyes briefly meeting her own before whatever words he had been prompted to say were immediately cut short by her fingers lifted suddenly to his check, resting softly upon it now as a look of evident surprise seems to linger within this exquisite violet eyes, breath faltering slightly at this unexpected touch before he seems to find the words once more, uttered in that same calmness, urging her away from him now as her hand returned to herself, eyes politely averted as that hair fell back across his features and the lithe, toned young man simply moved to trail behind her once more, silently watchful of his newest acquisition. The girl moved readily to grasp a trolley, the snow-haired man wandering quietly behind, allowing her to interact as she saw fit, seeing no need to correct her behaviour as she proceeded to examine chicken, his own hands folding into his pockets as the vixen tapped against the plastic that contained it- a small frown crossing his own features before her question seemed to startle the woman beside her and the vaguest hint of amusement seemed to linger upon his own apathetic features as those ever calm, smooth words found there way past his lips. "It is dead already because humans do not like to kill the food themselves, in that state it is ready to cook instantly and humans enjoy this convenience." It is a simple enough answer and yet the chicken has become evidently unsatisfactory towards her, the vixen tugging the cart behind and towards the beef section, proceeding to load the trolley with packet after packet, one eye lifting ever so slightly in question of this behaviour. "Are you preparing for Armageddon, Claire?" With the amount of beef she intended to purchase, or have him purchase, they were sure to survive nuclear fallout for several months before they starved- the girl marching determinedly on and towards the vegetable aisle now as he merely continued to trail after her, watching over her from a distance- allowing her to navigate the store on her own as he merely remained behind her. Vegetables were a far more agreeable food to the young man, his digestive system vastly preferring such foods as opposed to the meat the world seemed hell bent on consuming, the very thought causing a snort of distaste before a sudden brush against his arm saw the often indifferent fellow's attention direct towards a young, red-haired women whom had proceeded to stack the shelves beside him, the brush against his arm not nearly so unintentional as she would have it appear. Sorry about that, I'm new here, still finding my way. Her laugh was filled with far too much forceful flirtation for his liking and yet it was easy enough, he supposed, to toy with her a little- the girl distinctly human and not wholly unattractive. Those violet eyes moved from the girl once more to glance again at Claire, assuring himself his companion was still managing to function as she loaded baking supplies into the already laden trolley.Is that your girlfriend? She must really like baking. The red-haired girls words returned his attention to her, arms lifting to fold smoothly across his chest, continuing to lean against the nearest shelf, keeping one eye upon his charge while offering the girl the rest of his attention. He is hardly interested in her and yet he sees no reason not to tease at least a little. "My girlfriend? No, she is a friend of mine." This seems to bolster the girls hopes far more then it potentially should, one hand moving to flick her long red hair aside in a manner he presumes is supposed to be seductive. It was sweet really- the lengths to which she was going and yet by the amount of hickeys upon her neck he is given to presume she is willing to be far easier then she should, the vaguest hint of a snort passing his lips at the ridiculousness of the situation before Claire sought to grasp his attention once more, the girl evidently having discovered a coffee bean dispenser as a sigh softly parted his lips, watching the vixen bite down upon a coffee bean- curious as to how long the girl would remain capable of keeping that within her mouth as fingers against his arm seemed to remind him of his red-haired admirer once more. You know, if your not doing anything important, I have a break in ten minutes- here, this is my number, give me a call- I love your hair. It takes barely a moment to engage his own powers, hands and fingers heated to incredible temperatures as he reaches to take the offered paper from her, her fingers moving to brush against his own as a sudden shriek sees her scramble backwards, clutching her own burned fingers as he merely allows a grin to cross his features, smoothly striding past her now. Vapid creatures, humans, their women useful for little beyond the services that girl had been offering and yet such...used goods were hardly appealing to him- even for that. Long strides brought him easily to Claire's side once more, peering briefly into the trolley, choosing to ignore the girls determination to eat coffee beans. "Are you ready to go home? I am not sure you will fit much more in that trolley. It may also be better if you do not sample anything else before asking me what it is." One eye lifted knowingly before moving to hand her the credit card from his pocket. "Let's see you pay for it." |