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 think i know enough of hate
Posted on October 14, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 He is not used to this level of....closeness. Such delicate gestures of intimacy, while hardly foreign to him, had never been so innocent as this. He had never hugged anyone, aside from his Mother, and even then such a simple thing as that had dwindled in his middle teens in response perhaps to.....other facets of his existence, other duties he had already found it difficult enough to perform. A hug borne of no more then affection and comfort was unusual to him and yet his response had been mostly instinctive in that regard, easily moving to encircle his arms about the girl in some effort to have her crying stop. He hardly regrets pushing her so far, in fact, in time, he desired to push her further still. She would never learn to control her powers if she never learned the limits of them. Perhaps a kinder Alpha may well have allowed her to continue to work within her comfort zone and yet, as far as Frost was concerned it was also a kindness, in a way, to force her to learn her skills in a more controlled environment. He may never cure her of this drain her powers seemed to have on her, but allowing her the confidence to wield them- even if only ever in defence, was hardly unreasonable to his mind. If she was going to be of use to him in that fashion, she was going to have to learn by any means he deemed necessary. Her gaze lifts at last to meet the strange violet hue of his own, her eyes so strikingly blue, far more so then he truly recalled and yet he had hardly studied her this closely before- the man forcing his own features into neutrality as her tears slowed to soft sobs before seeming to halt entirely, leaving her merely red eyed and somewhat forlorn looking. If anything, if possible, the girl looked only more innocent. Her question saw a momentary pause by the snowy-haired young man, his thoughts considered before responding though he was already assured of his answer. "They lied to you, because they feared you, because it is very possible that you were stronger than they were and to allow you to reach your full capacity would be a threat to them, do you understand? Our species is built entirely on an understanding of dominance and submission- the more powerful stand higher, because nature intends it so. You, I believe, were more powerful than your Father or your family and they feared that. So they lied- to keep you from ever reaching your potential and posing a threat to them." His words are entirely honest and entirely what he believes to be true. The woman had spent a lifetime being told of the dangers of her power in a negative fashion, instead of teaching her to control them they had taught her to fear them in the hopes she may never exceed their own skill in whatever areas they themselves had mastered. A lifetime of being told you are, essentially, useless- is sure to begin to take hold eventually and for a moment the equine allows himself to feel the mildest hint of agitation at these beings that had so damaged his little fox before she speaks again. This time he allows the barest hint of a simper to dance softly across his lips, a rueful look that exists momentarily before he nods. "Yes." It is a simple answer, though assured, the snowy haired man almost intensely aware of the woman still resting within his arms though for a moment at least he is almost reluctant to let her go. Hugs are hardly his forte and yet some part of the often indifferent equine is oddly content for just those few precious minutes to remember what it may well have felt like all those years ago if his own childhood had perhaps been less......forceful. He frowns ever so slightly even now at the memory as it lingered so unbidden in the forefront of his mind, forcing the memory away easily to refocus his attention more fully upon Claire. "There is nothing about your power that is wrong, would you ever tell myself or another Were that their powers were wrong or shameful? Your Father, your brother, whoever it was in your family who told you such things about yourself held no right to do it, who are they that makes them so right?" He is prompting a deeper thought from the woman it would seem, else seeking to do so. She was naive to be sure yet nativity hardly meant foolish or unintelligent. She had simply never been challenged, he suspected, in any fashion- his lip lifting slightly once more now. He...enjoyed this closeness, he thinks, at least to an extent although already his thoughts have begun to wander, if only slightly, in regards to how much more of it he might enjoy with the woman before him. She was truly a pretty creature, so innocent, so trusting and indeed while some part of him is entirely inclined to steal at least some of that innocence he finds himself equally.....protective of the girl, unwilling to take advantage of her own lack of understanding. Perhaps there were many whom believed he held no morals at all and yet in this, at least, the man is entirely more decent then surely many may anticipate as he moves at last, reluctantly, to gently step back from her. "I think that is enough for today." His own words are softer now, laced with authority though gentle in their delivery, violet gaze shielded once more beneath that shock of white hair as he pauses ever so briefly in his retreat, his fingers still resting beneath her chin, moving to gently turn her head briefly to the side before his own dips slightly, lips brushing softly against her left cheek. "You did very well. I'm pleased." It is little more than a murmur truly as he steps fully from her now, moving to stride past and back towards the house, pausing at the outside table to pick up the quiche still resting on it. He liked the taste of this particular dish, he found, pausing beside the back door to wait for Claire now. "I believe it is going to rain, if not storm, are you coming inside?" |