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    The Residences

    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!

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    Anacosta Heights

    11 residents

    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.

    Rowena MetcalfSebastian Ellington-AragonaKohl JonesDareios Auerbach Dorian Ellington-AragonaAmelia MarekIórkæll DværgAndras SteinColumbia De LÉvÊque Lisé DupontVitani Lovelace
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    Dupont Circle

    5 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they 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 for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Adelaide LabelleJohnathan HolmesGia Jones William TownsendMaera Carrick
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    Hawethorn Village

    5 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn 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.

    Serafina DuboisAnastasia RomanovaLazarus DarayMiyako AikenElain Daray
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    River Dale

    9 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroKillian CarrickMalakai KanaitaCarolina BedfordSterling TenembrageEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars 166.137.118.61Posted On January 05, 2018 at 10:14 AM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


Every touch set the woman on fire. His fingers were electrifying, causing the witch to go taut and loose all at once, her body succumbing to the ecstasy Lazarus pushed her to. And as her body continues to climb higher it hardly takes her long to shatter around his fingers, her entire body so incredibly sensitive as she moans loudly, drawing out his name on the tip of her tongue, fingers digging into his forearm until she goes limp on the bed. It takes her a moment to gather her wits, her ragged breathing loud in the room as she feels his hand leave her core, only to touch her hips, spreading wetness across her skin. Blinking, she props herself up on her elbows, lustful eyes taking in his figure, hardly missing that wolfish grin that so adorns his lips. It was such an arrogant look, though Vhalla hardly minded, she supposed he had every right to brag about his skills with a woman’s body. Vhalla hardly ever feeling like this before; limp with pleasure and wanting more. So, that roguish smile so dances upon her lips as her blue eyes travel to the clothing he wore as she complains that he was indeed still clothed.

His answer sends a pleasurable shudder coursing through her blood as she sits up, her hands immediately working on the button of his jeans, quickly discarding the material that separated the two, though she hardly removes those boxers, a devilish smile playing on her lips as she glances up at him. The woman wanted to play, even in her drunken state, she knew she was capable of giving just as much as she could take. Blinking up at him through long lashes, she purrs at him, challenging him in a way that she never would have otherwise. Letting her hand fall onto his hardened member, Vhalla locks eyes with him, stroking him gently, perhaps a touch of astonishment dancing through her eyes as she mentally and physically grasps at just how large he is. Though, it doesn’t stop her from touching him through that material, a lazy smile curling her lips up at the corners. She teases him, her lustful words falling from her tongue in an almost guttural sound and Lazarus responds almost immediately with a chuckle. One that sends a shiver down her spine as she’s tempted to wrap her arms around him and pull him down on top of her. Though, it was hardly necessary as he leans forward suddenly and crawls on top of the bed.

She’s forced to lean backwards, lowering herself to her elbows as she kisses him hungrily, devouring his lips with her own, even going as far as to bite him once more on that lower lip, perhaps a touch harder than she had meant, though she doesn’t draw blood. Vhalla is partially aware of the way one hand removes his boxers, revealing himself in all his glory, yet, Vhalla is too consumed by his lips to break away and look at him. She’s still propped up on her elbows as his words are muttered between ragged breaths, a sort of glee entering her as she parts her lips for him, their tongues battling for dominance. “Good,” she murmurs into his mouth, fiercely kissing him once more before Lazarus’s body finally forces her to fall onto her back, her arms instinctively wrapping around his body, her hands exploring the hard planes of his back. She’s slightly aware of the way his hand drops lower between them as he grasps his member and positions it at her entrance, though that first brush against her wetness has her breaking away from the kiss only to gasp at that electrifying touch. Though, she’s hardly parted from him very long before Lazarus’s lips are covering her own, cutting that gasp off with another hungry kiss.

Before she knows it, Vhalla can feel the roll of his hips as he enters her, his own guttural groan announcing his pleasure by being engulfed by her. Vhalla can’t help but let another whimper of desire release from the back of her throat as she urges him to take her, her nails digging into his back. He was going so torturously slow, perhaps he was letting her adjust to him, and maybe there was a small part of Vhalla that appreciated the notion, yet, right now she merely wanted him now. As he finally slides all the way to the hilt, she tears at his back as those noise emit from the back of her throat. Feeling his hand go to her hip and pin her there made the woman want him all that much more as she arches her back to allow him deeper access. At one point, she throws her head back in ecstasy, breaking there kiss as her nails dig even harder it his back, urging him on faster. The assassin was altogether too entirely sensitive from Lazarus’s earlier administrations and it doesn’t take her body long before its rising once more to that peak. Her hips are rolling upwards to meet him thrust for thrust and as she reaches that pinnacle, she can feel herself shatter around him again, leaning forward to bite his neck, screaming into his skin before she falls limp to the bed once more, her hands unraveling around him before she lays them on his chest, her breathing hard.

Still connected, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, a hand planted firmly on his chest as she pushes him away, letting him know that it was her turn. A weak, though satisfied smile lazily dawns on her lips as she pushes at him, none too gently, until she’s straddle on top of him, her white locks rolling down in waves around her body, blue eyes slitted as she watches the man now on his back. Though, they remained connected, she hardly moves her hips, enjoying the way he felt within her. Placing both hands onto his chest, she curls her fingers inward, scratching at him as she so very slowly rises her hips up, until they are barely connected, that devilish smile toying at her features once more, “I hardly think you are enjoying this at all, Laz,” Vhalla murmurs between heaving breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly, “Should we call it a night?” She purrs down at him, teasing him seductively. She was far from satisfied and she fully expected that Laz felt the same.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered



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