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 May 28, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 A little fox? Her slip of the tongue is hardly unnoticed by the mildly inebriated stallion, even in his current state his tolerance for this particular alcohol is significantly higher then the fox before him, the girl waving about on her back with her assurance she was, indeed, 'a bloody turtle'. For a moment the stallions mind is decidedly slow in processing the information before him, frowning at this mention that the girl was a turtle- and a fox. A little one to be exact. Truly he hoped the girl was indeed a fox as opposed to a turtle, the fact that he knew little of her Were-form truly only now just occurring to him as he regards her before moving to shake the thought away all together. There animalistic other halves would be better considered later on. For now his mind has become focused entirely upon the woman upon the floor as she proceeds to dare him, her teasing earning her the faintest of smirks that lingers smoothly upon his lips all the same. He is amused, truly, by this new Beta he has acquired, the girl a veritable breath of fresh air and for that alone he would be entirely content to keep her. That she does, surely, possess a use other than for his own amusement remains to be seen and yet he holds little doubt truly. He finds he enjoys her antics, even if he does not display it outwardly, Frost notoriously poor at any display of emotion. Even those more positive. He is, however, loath to lose a dare, especially one of his own making. It is with a sigh of reservation that he moves to stand at least, bringing himself to kneel down beside the girl and help her to her feet despite her protests and assurance she is not tired. Her assertion that the spinning room was yet another of his brilliant tricks brings the smoothest of chuckles to his chest, the deep baritone of his voice slipping into the air once more with those frigid lyrics. "The room is the alcohols special talent. Not mine." She was arguing with him, still, his eyes rolling softly though he makes no move to correct her, merely seeking to silence her in a manner that never truly seems to fail when it comes to women- the stallion aiming to secure his victory in this daring game all at once. Unwilling to admit that Edie had, perhaps, outsmarted him- if only a little. Achieving something of her foal tonight as his lips press against her own in that single, stolen kiss that he moved to assure was every bit as desirable as she had anticipated before pulling himself softly away. He has, at least momentarily, succeeded in silencing her, though as he has come to learn with Edie nothing is entirely certain, the pleasant taste of her still on his lips as she announces her desire to go to his bed. She attempts to pull him to the stairs, succeeding only in stumbling to the floor before announcing her own drunkenness. "Yes Edie, you are very drunk. Come on." He moves to grasp her hand, helping her up once more, one arm wrapping around her waist before he moves to abruptly lift her upward- quite content to half-carry her under one arm if only for the sheer efficiency it afforded him. He takes the stairs easily, half carrying, half supporting Edie, hesitating at the top if only for a moment. None of the other rooms were made up and truly the man hardly has the patience (or the dexterity tonight) for such a task, another sigh pulled from his lips as he moves to take her towards his own room- easily guiding her to the side he himself rarely slept upon. "One night, Edie. One night." He assures her, despite the likelihood she would never remember it. He moves to pull back the covers easily, allowing the girl to make herself comfortable before moving around to his side of the bed. He reaches down to pull the covers up and over both of them, laying himself down beside her own, arms folding behind his head. "Go to sleep Edie." It would hardly be long before she succumbed to it, Frost merely content to stare at the ceiling above as he often did most nights. Sleep rarely came easily to him, even without the alcohol in his system. It had been.....years since he had allowed another within his bed. Not since Iceland. The sensation was unusual and yet not totally unwelcome, Frost finding the briefest of smiles in the dark before rolling to one side, listening for the rhythm of Edie's breathing and the assurance she was asleep. It is easy to extend the pack bond as he does each night. First to Calliel, then Claire and the Edie beside him, assuring himself each one of his girls is asleep, calm, safe, before at last allowing his own form to relax and invite his own sleep to come. Edie would thank him, one day, for all the things they didn't do tonight. Of that he was sure. |