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 August 02, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 He had told the woman he would be back, in time, having left her to her own devices for a few weeks now, leaving her to decide upon the thoughts he had left with her and yet- he was unwilling to end his pursuit of her all the same. There was value to the young woman, a value he held every desire of at least attempting to possess, if only she could be persuaded to part from her pathetic little family. What pull Tetradore held of her, aside from the tie of sibling he hardly knew, his own connections to family limited perhaps- his own experiences hardly offering him any true understanding of why one would remain so loyal to a sibling and yet he has seen this sort of frivolous emotion before. She simply needed to be made to see how very much her potential was being wasted, how much more she could truly achieve were she willing to submit to his own rule and bring her children along with her. Two juvenile jungle cats were....a tantalizing prospect and yet for now he assures his own interest appears fleeting in the least. He is unwilling, after all, to allow her to know just how much he desired to add her to his little collection. As suitable as Claire and Calliel were, neither was ideal for any significant battle, Nadya having more to offer in that regard and her he is quiet apt to appreciate her intelligence all the same. The girl far more...astute then he believes others give her credit for. His hands remain within the pockets of his jeans, long stride carrying him smoothly into the apartment complex she called home, heading for the door he knew to be her own, determined, this time, to achieve something of an answer from her. The sudden muttering of voices however sees the equine pause almost instantly, what little of his features to be seen beneath his white forelock frowning slightly in disdain. It was happening again, those voices that seemed to whisper all around him and yet he never could seem to seize upon the speaker, violet eyes narrowed now in a glimmer of true agitation. Someone, most assuredly, was playing some sort of joke upon him, continuing to project voices somehow, voices that seemed to turn over and over within his head until utter and frustration and sheer determination on his part sought to block them out. "Shut up." It is almost hissed beneath his breath, one hand reaching to sweep fingers through his hair in frustration, turning briefly in place, searching for anyone around him within the dark though knowing already he would find no one, no scent of any other reaching his senses. A sudden flicker of lighter however, sees the young man pause in his own moment of discord, head tilted towards the flickering lights atop what appeared to be some sort of.....pool area across the complex . A soft, silent shake of his head sees the man striding towards it now, the smell of chlorine an assault to his sense and yet his features remain impassive as always, offering no sense of the frustration that very near seethed within him at the voices that had begun to haunt his waking hours. Was this truly the beginning of insanity? He refuses to consider it for now, the voices themselves seeming to dull and blur the further away from the apartments he moves, eyes drawn to the slender figure of a young woman in an exquisite black bikini sliding into the heated water at his approach, her eyes shutting in contentment- that scent that reached him at last between that of water and steam assuring him this was the very person whom he had sought- the bares hint of a simper momentarily pulling as his features before they became impassive once more. It would be a shame, really, to disturb her peace- the woman truly seeming relaxed amongst the bubbles and heat as he moves to silently seat himself upon the edge of the spa opposite her reclining form. He simply lifts one knee, leaning against it in his own form of relaxation, observing the young woman momentarily before deciding to interrupt her peace at last. "No one would ever know you birthed twins in that bikini." His words hold the faintest trace of a tease, waiting for her eyes to open, before a simper tugs briefly at the corner of one lip, that shock of white hair tumbling back into his gaze. "Having fun are we?" |
Replies
- Yeah I love, I love the tragically beautiful - By NADYA on August 02, 2015 at 11:37 PM
- i stand with those who favor fire - By Rixon Leifsson on August 04, 2015 at 12:09 AM
- You really think you're in control - By NADYA on August 05, 2015 at 1:31 AM
- but if i had to perish twice - By Rixon Leifsson on August 08, 2015 at 4:30 AM
- Some kind of madness has started to evolve - By NADYA on August 16, 2015 at 11:24 PM