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.
Maybe I'm a Different Breed
Posted on June 05, 2014 by L U C I A N
 GO AHEAD AND PLAY DEAD But the stray dogs that have packed up in the city don't have the reasoning or intellect to figure out when they're in over their head. The feral mongrels seemed to have caught wind of the deer I'd killed, doubtless drawn in by the scent of fresh blood that stagnates in the muggy night air. For curs that know only the scraps found in dumpsters and neighborhood trash cans, the scrawny doe who'd been so fool enough to wander into the suburbs of Sacrosanct was like the epitome of a feast. I was already muzzle deep in the carcass' innards when I felt the fur on my neck prickle. Indigo pits flashing black lightning in their abyssal depths as massive helm snaps to attention. A large rottweiler looms in the dark of the street, saliva dribbling like shoe-laces from his snarling mouth. Plume curls across my spine like the stinger of a scorpion's tail and I stand to my full imposing height. The dog is skin and bones, each rib and joint painfully obvious in his emaciated frame. He eyes me warily, but desperation and starvation are powerful motivators, and it looked as though he came with friends. A large lab mix skulks about to my right, and two more pit-bull looking mongrels linger in my peripherals to the left. They were circling and closing in fast. I stood over my kill, each hair upon the line of my spine standing like a spire of silver brindled flames and a wicked rumbling growl drips from my bloodied maw in clear warning. It was the only warning the poor bastards were going to get. one of the pit-bulls is first to launch and assault, dodging in low and lunging for one of my forelegs. I leap straight up to avoid the attack, coming down hard to bludgeon him on the head with both fore-paws, resulting in a satisfying yelp. The lab comes in from the left as the Rottie seems to see this as an opportunity to slip in and try to tear off a chunk of meat from the deer. I round to face the lab head on, feeling his teeth sink into my lower neck as I twist around and grab hold of one of his legs. My massive size makes it easy to over-power him, even as the other pit launches himself at my back. I thrash my skull from side to side, ripping the lab from my neck and cleaving off a small chunk of my own flesh as I feel the bones in his legs crunch between my jaws and he's tossed aside like a rag doll. I hear a crack as his skull his a curb. The lab flounders but does not get up. The pitbull on my back has sank his teeth into one haunch and I roar in outrage as bloodlust consumes my mind and I reel to slam my side against a burnt out street-lamp, squshing the dog in between. He snarls, jaws releasing their grasp just long enough for my to leap away and round on him. I don't even miss a beat as I hurl myself at him and slam him into the concrete, sturdy shanks pinning him to the ground as double-edged canines snap like a vice around the dog's throat, rippling it free in one diabolically fluid motion, spraying my face and chest in the dog's frothing blood. the pink slab of my tongue laps at the copper liquid, delighting in the taste before my attention redirects back to my kill. The rottie has already dragged the corpse half a block down the back alley towards the main street of the neighborhood. His dark beady eyes meet mine briefly as I catapult after him, and upon seeing the carnage that was made of his companions, the dog seems to think better of his spoils, deserting the deer to turn tail and flee. The deer is left forgotten now though. Really, I wasn't even that hungry. I was out for vengeance now, and I hurdled the body to chase the mongrel out into the street. He crosses the four-way, towards more populated areas and I would have continued my pursuit... accept that the scent of wolf hits my muzzle like a brick wall. Blunt daggers dig into the concrete as I skitter to a halt, drawing up short and fast as eerie, glowing black-light eyes unerringly hone in on a dark wolfish figure lingering near a parked truck. Ears quirk forward, the silver brindled stripes of my armor glimmering in the halogen glow of a streetlight. I did not recognize the scent. It was not raven, the spicy musk decidedly male. {Who Goes?} Deep, hearty baritone still tainted by the sharp edge of carnal blood-thirst demands. SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME Maybe You're Better Of This Way...  |
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- Make mad with power - By Niles ( ROMULUS ) on June 14, 2014 at 6:49 PM