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 December 20, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Had he been entirely aware of her thoughts in those moments he may well have chuckled at such innocent naivety, the sight of his naked form evidently causing her some moment of embarrassment as she moved to look away, returning her gaze to him only as he slid his jeans into place and moved to collapse into the chair nearby. What little of his violet eyes can be seen remain fixated upon the dark-pelted young filly. She was, by all regards, a decent enough horse. She was well built, neither to heavy nor to light- much as himself, her pale mane quite pretty upon such dark fur- surprising, given her own paleness in human form and yet he hardly knew enough of the genetics of the matter to question it. His thoughts drift, if only slightly, contemplating how sought after such a filly would have been back within his homeland- her colour would not have been ideal, her build and age however- would have assured plenty of attention. Maybe it was fortunate she would never have to suffer such things, his thoughts derailed by her nod, assuring him she was hungry as he moved to stand. He hardly need a....foal to look after, especially a teenage girl with no understanding of what she was to become or the influx of instinct and hormone he was already assured would result with such a change from human to horse. Spring, perhaps, was sure to be interesting. Her current condition however, was by his own making, even despite him never having intended such a thing and as such the often indifferent man felt himself inclined- to an extent, to at least provide her with skill enough to survive. Her presence, in the least, merely added needed numbers to his pack and in that alone she held some value. Besides, he had...created her, in a fashion, some part of himself- perhaps that more animalistic part that sought to possesses those around him took some sense of pride in how well his accidental creation had turned out. She was his belonging and he had ever desire to assure she stayed that way until the day she no longer held any use. A sudden sound of pain sees the snowy-haired man pause once more, emotionless façade simply watching her struggle. He could not help her, even if he desired it, the heat emanating from her form however was...surprising, his features frowning slightly before extending his own powers to embrace her in a wash of cool and bring down her spiking temperature as best he can before simply returning to his chair, one limb folded callously over the other to wait for her shift to finish. Her human form, in the least, was far easier to deal with. It was some minutes later that the equine finally gave way to the young human girl, her naked form curled upon the grass, shaking from cold or pain he hardly knew- shifting his powers to warmth now, seeking to heat each limb within her if only to take the edge from whatever it was she had been suffering. His Mother had said as much, that such a pain was incomparable for those first few shifts and yet for now he sees no reason to inform her that her shifts will continue to bring pain for some time yet as he eases from his chair again to stroll smoothly towards her. One hand reaches down to snatch her backpack from the ground, hoisting it over one shoulder as he strides back towards the house- returning a moment later with a woollen blanket. Her nakedness attracts near no attention from him- the man well and truly used to such things as he layers the blanket over her, bending easily to lift her up and into his arms. "If you stay out here you will get wet and I am no having you wandering around wet in my house." Simple acts of kindness, it would seem, do not exist- that man content to protect his upholstery- or so he would claim, carrying her easily into the house despite his own small size, the lounge room already warm- the fire well and truly alight as he places her upon the lounge, silver chain still aglow against the bare skin of his chest. "When you are ready you can go upstairs and choose a bedroom for yourself- mine is the last room on the end- there is no need for you to come in there unless there is an emergency though I am there if you need anything, Claires room is at the top of the stairs. Your backpack is in the kitchen, there are spare clothes beside both front and back doors if you need them and I will leave you some food on the table. Eat only what I leave for you, do not eat anything made of meat- you may find you stomach unwilling to take it just yet. If you find yourself hungry still there is always oatmeal, bland, but it will fill you up and prevent you getting sick. Come and get me if you need anything, otherwise I will see you in the morning. You will be......fine. Goodnight Calliel." She would need time enough to deal with her own thoughts and emotions tonight, his presence surely unhelpful in that regard and as such he is content to leave her for now, prepared to help her again come the morning- the bond of pack already beginning to stir between them, though surely she was unaware of it tonight. Later- later he would explain it. She was a pretty, clever (more so then she knew) and spirited creature- she would do well in the life, of that he was sure. |