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 stand with those who favor fire
Posted on October 06, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Those softly spoke lyrics in regards to the feline see the barest of simpers trace his handsome features once more, a soft snort emitted as he moved to right himself and leave the grey tabby to its own devices, arms folding smoothly back across his chest as he continued to lounge against the back of the couch, shoulders rolling in a loose shrug. "I like most animals, save for dogs I suppose, foolish creatures will wag their tail for anyone and anything that offers them food. Cats make you earn their loyalty and affection, horses make you earn their respect â€" I enjoy the challenge." They are by far the most honest, if not truest words, the man has offered all evening- those same deep, cool baritone lyrics slipping from his lips as what little of his violet gaze can be seen moves to rest back upon the woman once more as she refers again to the silver medallion that hung from the chain about his neck- a permanent fixture he never sought to remove, even within his equine form. It was invaluable, after all, even if there were few whom existed still whom truly understood the meaning behind it- a meaning Frost had ceased to share even against the most pressing of questions. The girls knowledge however, is a pleasant surprise in some regards, her mention of Odin earning her the barest of simpers once more as he nods- returning the medallion to it's place beneath his shirt mere moments later. "It is Sleipnir, to be correct, the God of horses and mount of Odin. A white stallion with eight legs, believed to be the creator of Ãsbyrgi." The final word is spoken with ease, a noticeable lilt to his voice for perhaps the first time, the Icelandic word offered with practiced fluidity as it rolls smoothly from his tongue. His native language, after all, has always come easily. The matter of bargaining however, rapidly takes pride of place within his ever-cunning mind. Bargaining was a skill, after all, a delicate dance that so few could ever perfect and yet the woman before him was proving to be more practiced then he had anticipated, the girl more valuable then she had first appeared and indeed with each passing moment the man finds his interest within her all the more assured. It would be imprudent, however, to inform her of such an interest, his ever devoid features offering her little more than his eternally guarded expression as she announces that banks are easy. If he takes any humor in the words he fails to display it, offering her next to nothing by way of emotion now- his initial irritation quickly withdrawn once more as her own gaze narrows now in displeasure perhaps- at the manner in which he had seen fit to attempt to undercut her. It is her turn to consider now, each of them poised neatly upon the precipice of the fine line they had chosen to walk with one another and indeed despite his seeming indifference the man revels in such things. Perhaps it is this very intelligence within himself that had so seen him dishonorable discharged from his last line of work. He had never seen sense in briefly following others, in any regard, even since his earliest days he had sought fit to question the why of any situation- a trait they had tried so desperately to breed out of his bloodline. Hmm, even the mere thought of it was amusing still, an eternal victory to his side they could hardly remove and yet for now his nostalgia holds little sway. The past was the past and better left as such. His offering of the map comes later, allowing her to mull over his original offer before he sees any need to sweeten the deal, as it were, flashing the barest hint of the hand he held though indeed it is surely evident that far more remains unspoken. Deals, after all, are like dominance- a game every Were species understands though it is so rarely ever stated aloud. Perhaps it is her assistance he seeks and yet- he is Alpha here, he will not be so readily commanded and she will do well to remember it, such forceful assurance a steady undercurrent throughout their meeting- one he sees no need to broaden on just yet. His temperament, after all, is fairly even- for the most part. Only Raven so far having managed to push the man to the limits of his patience. The woman pushed to the brink of death for her efforts. Carolina however- is a significantly more intelligent individual and one he very near enjoys conversing with. His description of the docks and the individual he sought was offered willingly enough, even if several more....potent details were omitted still, leaving the women to consider them before she moved forward once more to stand before him. Her new terms were not wholly disagreeable, long fingers drumming against the back of the couch at her demand of seven hundred upon delivery, the total price, provided she was successful, somewhere in the realm of twelve hundred dollars plus this aforementioned favor. It was more then he truly desired to pay and yet significantly less then the price she had originally quoted- her final words however, asking about the reason behind his desire of the medallion, managing to earn her a deep chuckle once more as he stands and his hand moves to grasp her own- before the girl is rather suddenly pulled towards him in a single motion, the snowy haired man forcing her distinctly into his space in this moment. "I assure you Carolina, you could wave every fee-" He pauses in his quietly spoke words, if only briefly, free hand moving to ever so softly brush against her jaw, tilting her chin softly up towards himself- such an angle allowing her to see the depth of his strange violet gaze at last beneath that shock of hair. "-you could bring me all the gold of the Ark, you could offer me every part of you and I still wouldn't offer you that information, so please, do not ask again. It is not important for you to know." He steps back from her near as abruptly as he had stepped forward, releasing her smoothly now and allowing her to return to her own space once more- his words so softly spoken and yet the vein of ice within them surely having failed to be missed. "You'll have your money and information by the time you get home from work, I'll have someone deliver it to you along with my phone number. Let me know when you're done and give Nadya my regards." He moves to show himself out, strolling effortlessly back towards her front door, pausing briefly a final time to face the slender young woman once more. "Goodnight, Carolina......and Greyson." His lip quirks once more, the faintest, fleeting touch of amusement tracing his lips- the woman never having verbalized the cats name aloud, the man quite content to leave her to wonder on such things as he simply moved to wander off and into the darkness once more. |
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- living like we're renegades - By Carolina Grace Bedford on October 06, 2015 at 6:30 AM