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.
Aaron SHE WAS BORN AND TAUGHT TO ROAR.
Posted on July 07, 2014 by Andy Aithne
 andy k. aithne she was born and taught to roar He grabs her seductively around the waist, pulling her lithe body to him roughly. Andy grins up at the blonde man, her pupils narrowing as she gazes into his icy blue eyes. The danger that comes automatically with spending time with a Vampire when she was not of the same species excites the girl and makes her silver blood course faster, faster, faster - her fingers run along his muscled arms gently and sensually before he pulls away from her and mounts his iron horse. "A girl can hope, can't she?" The brunette winks at the man and accepts the proffered leather jacket despite the warmth of her flushed skin, afraid that a refusal would turn him off from her. She swiftly dons the fabric and holds her arms out like the young boy from A Christmas Story who screams and cries, "I can't put my arms down!" It's far too large for Andy's athletic frame but she's able to find the hand holes after a few moments. Before hopping on the bike behind Aaron, she takes a moment to rove through the various pockets on the dark jacket. Her fingers find each of the Vampire's belongings, including the flasks and the billfold, but it's a weapon that she's looking for and she comes up empty-handed. Satisfied that the only thing he could kill her with this evening were his motorcycle or his teeth, the Witch finds her footing on the bike and throws a leg over. She seats herself comfortably, taking note of the biker's tattoo but refraining from mentioning it whatsoever. She felt no need to delve into Aaron's past, whether the inked Ava was the name of an ex, a child, or an animal. Wrapping her arms around the Vampire's waist, she revels in the sudden acceleration and speed of the two-wheeled rocketship. The Witch directs her newest acquaintance towards River Dale and her cozy apartment building, though the trip is long enough for her to fully have a chance to appreciate his machinery. The wind that whips through her hair is refreshing and cool against her heated face and the way that Aaron pilots the Softail can only be described as mastery. At some point during the ride, the woman's thin hands begin to roam closer to Aaron's nether regions, and she smirks coyly behind his back as her fingers run circles over the harsh denim of his jeans. witch . river dale . single || tagged: open |
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