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.
i'm more alive than i've ever been
Posted on April 28, 2019 by isolt griffin
isolt griffin
I'm more alive than I've ever been
How terribly juvenile this was. The consideration traipses coyly across the stage of her thoughts, though the embarrassing axiomatic truth of it does not stay the progression of her feet as she pads down the concrete ribbon of the avenue that would soon bring her to Red on the Water. How absurdly ridiculous was it that Isolt found herself needing to quite literally sneak out of her own home in order to see herself to work? All because her doting, loving husband insisted in none-too-subtle a manner that at this stage of her pregnancy she should remain at home, rested and relaxed with him to accommodate her every whim. Difficult was it for him to understand, though, that her most urgent "whim" as of late was to find some employ for hands that had grown idle during this latter period of her pregnancy.
And so here she finds herself, awash in the dusted yellow gleam of a string of streetlamps, rounding the corner that would bring her to the stoop of her beloved pub. Her footfalls grow silent, however, with the eerie, emotionless drawl of her name from just beyond the halo of lamp light. Momentarily, her azure eyes fall upon the young man who addresses her, the crimson of his irises not quite as disconcerting as what he offers by way of introduction. The fire-crowned woman battles valiantly against the urge to withdraw a pace at the mention of her Maker, the wench's name alone proving enough to lick a glacial chill up the curvature of Isolt's spine. It is to Isolt's merit, though, that the evidence of her budding unease does not bleed into her eyes.
"No", she offers after a pregnant moment of silence is permitted to pass betwixt them. "You're mistaken. Now, if you'll excuse me," she asserts, intending to move from the red-eyed stranger so that she might place some much-needed distance between them.