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.
TET; life sings out, calling you by name
Posted on January 11, 2018 by isolt griffin
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I'm more alive than I've ever been
Isolt was helpless to belay the smile that spread so readily across the breadth of her rosy lips. Almost as helpless as she was to stay the frequent anticipatory glances towards the clock that hung upon the wall of her modestly sized kitchen, the soft pattering of her bare feet against the wooden floor matching the tempo of the spindly digit as it clicked away the seconds until his long-awaited arrival. She had busied herself preparing a quite spectacular meal for her companion, had tucked it away into the confines of a tote, and had now naught to do but flitter about her kitchen under the guise of cleaning up after herself.
It had been no small measure of time since last she had felt so purely and beautifully lighthearted, the constant barrage of miscellaneous stressors having slowly and meticulously sought to wear upon the vampire queen. Amidst the bludgeoning waves of planning for her approaching nuptials, fretting over the excrutiatingly real possibility that her lover might take his leave of her yet again, the myriad pressures inherent in her role as Elysium's Supreme, and (perhaps greatest of all) the reappearance of her Maker, moments of such simplistic happiness were few and so very far between. And, though he always seemed wont to shield his tribulations from her, Isolt was well aware that Tetradore was bearing burdens that pressed upon his shoulders in much the same inexorable fashion. Doubtless he needed this as much as she; he deserved this liberation from the rigors of his reality, brief though it might be.
The crackling of tires upon the asphalt of the street draw the demure young vampire from admist the maelstrom of her considerations, the supple fabric of the lavendar maxi dress she wears swishing as she moves swiftly to collect the tote and slip easily into the sandles that she had chosen for just such an occasion as this. Eagerly does she move to ease her front door ajar, hardly allotting any time for Tetradore to make a proper announcement of his presence. She beams at him, proffering up a smile the glee of which reaches to sparkle within the azure pools of her eyes before she moves to wrap him in a warm, gentle and welcoming embrace.
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