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.
Make mad with power
Posted on June 14, 2014 by Niles ( ROMULUS )
In lust.
His mind is distracted with the every scent that enters his brain chambers. there all so fresh, they smelled like him, bolt and husky. Emma would always say he smelled the outside, woodlands and hickory wood. because he had this obsession with that wood, the smell, he would rub against it for an hour. it also helped loosen and brush away the loose hair that stayed stuck in his thick raven black fur. he kept his guards up, paddling softly as he wonders through the deserted forest, or so he though. the animals, stop all of a sudden total, the silence shrieks from a dogs mouth come to his ears. how own flatten, not feeling in the mood for a bear again. before he could stop his notorious growl that escapes his chest and resonates giving off his position. Who Goes is said under a low voice, one that in the edge was menacing. though to hear such words, could it be human or something else? was it like raven, another wolf that could speak in his head? because he could not communicate unless in a pack. he knew this because before he was in one, but a slaughter took place with vampires.
Everyone died that night, the sounds of breaking bones, the call for help, the screams of agony and the last wheezing breath of some. everything had sounded triple times worse in their heads, linked to the alpha who was the first to be broken. everything flashes red, he felt angered and as lost control of his bestial side. he charged without thinking and a females fist punched him into hard rock. all he remembers after that was before he fell into darkness, her face and her sad smile. he knew all of it, she had been sleeping with him for the past 2 years. the way she caressed his wolf face, petting him like she would when they lay together. brushing soft skin. he whimpered, unable to hold back the pain it reacted for him to see her true nature. she looked down to her hand, letting the necklace he had given her drop to the floor near him. please dont come back niles, leave or die if you return .. be romulus, be him her voice still echo into his head, haunting beauty. his untold tail still left him a sour taste in his mouth.
Anger rose like a wind from the south. if this was a vampire then he could easily take his vengeance upon. but when he darted out from the woods, to face a similar large wolf like himself. Niles stood at 8 feet from his shoulder, shocking blue eyes stare at the other wolf. how many were there alone without a pack here, first raven now him. he relaxes, his anger slowly dissolving from previous charge. he was rather curious as to why they are alone. "Romulus" he says, his words void of anything, simple answer to a simple question. he tilts his head, seizing him up while no pack members were here, but did he have them. "Is there any chance your pack will maul me from behind? " he asks , skeptic of a wolf alone, wolves are never alone. he was alone only because he could not function in a social group, to hurt and damaged he is a wild card.
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His truck - Werewolf eyes - werewolf coloring
