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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

    10 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 AndreevHannes Ögmundsson
and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars 166.137.125.36Posted On January 14, 2018 at 8:48 PM by vhalla solarn

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


It hardly took Vhalla long to deduce that Donovan was indeed a were, that internal… whatever it was, labeling him as something other than a human. Though, she wasn’t nearly as skilled as other races as identifying other races, she had come to realize that were-creatures tended to be the easiest for her. Why? She hadn’t an idea but the woman didn’t mind having a bit of an advantage there. She’s quiet for a moment as Lazarus makes his appearance, her eyes immediately darting to him and she can’t help the way her gaze travels briefly across his defined chest, her breathing hitching ever so slightly as those memories come unbidden to the forefront of her mind. It takes a moment before she can push them away and bring her gaze to meet those green eyes. Vhalla doesn’t miss that flash of… arrogance within those depths which only has Vhalla shoving those thoughts down harder, tying them down so she wouldn’t do anything brash. Instead, she scowls at him briefly before she answers his question only for him to reply with that sarcasm that so fell from his tongue on a regular basis.

The assassin merely shrugs at him, her face impassive for the time being, “Your point being?” She drawls lazily. It was in the woman’s nature to simply barge in on friend’s houses or even rooms, it wasn’t the first time she had done it and it wasn’t the last. There was no sense of privacy when it came to the assassin, though, it had put her in some awkward situations before, you would think she would have learned her lesson. Watching the way he moves across the kitchen, her eyes fall on those marks she had made on him and it takes all her willpower to not flush at the sight of it. Though, she can’t say the same for her body, the heat already building within her as she remembers that night, vivid in her mind’s eye. Vhalla watches the man pick that bottle up, uncork the lid and take a swig, her icy eyes instantly going to the sloshing of that liquid, her mouth almost feeling dry. She’s tempted to demand for a drink but Lazarus beats her to the punch.

Taking a single step forward, she’s nearly about to nod her head in agreement until her eyes drop to that defined chest of his only to see a hickey. The woman had been entirely drunk that night but she had been very aware of what she had been doing that night and she was absolutely certain that, that mark hadn’t come from her. She feels that rage boil in her stomach, very close to activating her fire affinity as her eyes turn cold instantly. Shooting him a death glare, she turns away from him, feeling the way his eyes linger on her backside. She might have been pleased he was checking her out and yet, she was far too angry to feel anything but that. It was a ridiculous anger, that feeling of possessiveness so far out of the ordinary. She had never once felt… jealous. Did the woman feel like anything would have changed after that night? Perhaps, perhaps not. Yet, that envy burns in the deep of her stomach, that hate she had felt for the man behind her boiling from the depths of her. He wasn’t hers and he never would be, the woman would never have the ability to settle down.

Folding her arms over her chest, she pops her hip out and simply ignores Lazarus, she would get Ellie and leave. Clearly, the man would continue to find the sheets of his drunken escapades. She wouldn’t allow it to bother her. Focusing on Donovan once again, she watches the way he sips his coffee, the were holding an arrogance about him that wasn’t unlike the assassin, though when he answers her question, Vhalla merely blinks at him. What an intriguing man. She hardly has a moment to get her words in when Lazarus calls over her shoulder to the man sitting on the couch, her entire body stiffening at the sound of his voice. She could almost see red at the corner of her vision, just the mere sound of him wanted her to whirl on him and punch him. “What… exactly are you hunting?” She very nearly spits out, her voice holding a touch of that anger that so dances through her blood.

Vhalla Solarn

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



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