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.
but if i had to perish twice
Posted on September 13, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 He desires that she should learn to control it- by any means. A rouge power was the equivalent to a rouge Were, uncontrollable, unpredictable and dangerous to those around it. Her family had been severely misguided in their attempts to isolate the vixen from her own power. What had the truly desired that she might achieve from that? Learning to fear her own power taught her nothing, hiding from it allowed her own abilities to exploit her when it should be she whom exploited them and made them bow to her command. Control was as mental as it was physical, much of her unconscious states, he is sure, caused by her own mental fears in combination with the exertion her powers placed on her from lack of use. Had her family not anticipated that as she grew- her powers too, would follow? That in time they would overtake her? The wretched foolishness of some beings never ceased to amaze him and yet- the snowy haired man saw no need to speak ill of her parentage in this moment. No good would come from slander against them- his focus in this moment Claire herself as he stands behind her, grasping her hands in a motion that sees his arms almost wrapped around her in a sense- refusing to allow her to flee from either himself or the range of her powers. He could force her, he is sure, terrify her into their use as he had done Alexis and yet he is assured methods so harsh were.....not needed upon one such a Claire. She was a delicate thing, soft, beautiful, fragile like a snowflake. She needed to be shaped, not broken and indeed some part of himself is....loath to see any harm come to a creature as wholly innocent as she. The words she utters to herself are met with a nod, though he remains silent for now, allowing her to focus. She is distracted, at first, unused to the close proximity of himself perhaps and yet he makes no effort to move from her, allowing her to lean back against the toned, hard plain of his chest instead until she found a stance of comfort. His hands grace the flesh of her arm as he knots his fingers with her own, lip lifting slightly at the goose bumps that rise upon her skin at even this mere and fleeting touch. He had suspected already, that the delicate little vixen was innocent in far more ways then one a simper tracing his lips in this knowledge and yet he holds her hands all the same- allowing her to find that balance, his own form offering a physical support of sorts. To ask the girl to summon her powers with mental thought alone was perhaps...to advanced just yet. She required a support more physical, more real and as such he is content to provide that now. For all that he may be- he is not a poor teacher, displaying that ever present calm patience that so seems to exude from within him. She relaxes, at last, the man acutely aware of her form melting more comfortably into his own as she whispers again- her words seeming very near contented now. "You have nothing to fear from it, concentrate." His own words are soft, smooth in that deep baritone and yet assured, silent now as he allows her to fight her own internal battle. He can offer her guidance alone in this, so much of it must come from her and her own desire to attempt it, though he wills it from her surely- Claire seeming to relax far more than he had truly anticipated in this embrace of sorts as she seems to manage to summon a bare trickle of energy. A controlled, contained energy. Her first true success. He struggles to prevent himself flinching from the sudden sting that seems to take over his hands and burn at his nerves with the sharpness of it. His powers come readily into effect, blocking her own though he knows it flows still. It is an excellent first attempt, Frost more than satisfied in this moment- prepared to release her hands until she seems to waver. Her words see him frown, lips parting to speak before she suddenly seems to attempt to get away from him, panicking. He simply increases his grip upon her, refusing to allow her to go forward as she seems to grow only more nervous and insecure. This, it would seem, is the limit of her mental capability- at least for now. Her limit having been reached. She tumbles backwards then, into his chest, his hands releasing her own- unwilling to push her further- for now. She possess the capability of control, of that he is now entirely assured and for today that is surely enough. There was more damage to the girl then he had truly anticipated, the pretty little thing seeming to fear her own powers and whatever feelings they offered her. He could repair this damage, in time, though it would take more work than he had anticipated. She spins suddenly now, burying her face into his chest like a child as she sobs on shaky breaths. For a moment he merely stands, allowing her to cry. He had never truly...understood the emotional depth women seemed to possess and yet for now he hardly bothers to question it, simply allowing her to sob before her head tilts up towards his own. It is an entirely different set of....desires he finds himself conflicted within that moment, so acutely aware of the woman's form against his own, head tilted towards her own, allowing her a view, at last, of those violet eyes as they meet her own. His gaze lingers upon her own for a few moments still as if he seems almost...conflicted in his intention. Her tears have caught him off guard, features softening ever so slightly before he manages a sigh, allowing his arms, at last, to encircle her and pull her against himself more fully now in a......hug. Letting her sob into his chest. If he was to be her Alpha- then he would do it right. "There is nothing wrong about your powers in any form, they are your gift and yours alone, whomever told you they were wrong- in any fashion- lied to you, Claire. They lied to you because they did not understand you. The way your powers make you feel is....how it should be. It isn't wrong, nothing about you is wrong. Do you understand?" His words remain smooth, calm and yet assertive in his conviction, pulling back from her slightly to meet her gaze once more, assuring she has understood as one hand moves to slip smoothly beneath her chin, tilting her head slightly up towards his own. "There is nothing wrong with you, Claire." |
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- show me all the scars you hide; - By Claire Grace on October 13, 2015 at 8:29 AM
- i think i know enough of hate - By Rixon Leifsson on October 14, 2015 at 2:29 PM