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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

ice, ice baby (Claire)


Posted on January 13, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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Convincing the vixen, Claire, to follow him had hardly proven to be the difficult task he may well have earlier anticipated. The girl had proven, so far, to be strikingly obedient- a trait the stallion found highly pleasing. After all, a willing pack member was so much less work then any unwilling one and by that notion the equine found himself willing enough to indulge the fox- at least for now. Leading her from the forests and the hole she had previously called home had proven to be an equally simply task, if not for the irritating shortness of her stride, those small legs no match for his own shocking length of step, the horse forced to pause to wait for his newest companion every few moments before finally breaching the forest line. It is here the war horse finally pauses entirely, ears pricked forward atop his skull in a momentary examination of the open space of city before him, those strange violet eyes observing his surroundings momentarily. After all, even despite his mastery of so much of his prey instincts the man is capable of caution all the same, his own senses extensive, sharp, assuring no Hunter's linger upon the border of wild and city before his head lowers to the vixen once more, a command held now within the cool baritone of his voice.

Wait here.

Shifting between forms has never been an easy task for the stallion, the sheer size of his animal form placing a strain upon him that it would seem others do not suffer- the feathered feet of the horse merely carrying him a few paces away from his companion, shielded by the trees before allowing that white gold pelt to shift and drop, hooves returning to hands as the wiry feel of mane returns to the soft, thick smoothness of those equally snowy looks that continue to shield those strange violet eyes all the same. He is left gasping momentarily, a few seconds given to pass as the world simply shifts back into focus before he reaches for the clothes he had left within this location, jeans, shirt and jacket readily pulled back on before he moves to step back from the undergrowth. The sheer size, height and utter grandeur of his Were form is perhaps a stark contrast to his human appearance, his shockingly white hair and violet gaze (though it remains forever obscured) is perhaps the most remarkable of his human traits the man hardly tall and yet that lithe, toned frame moves with the same commanding ease in which he simply does all things. Alpha blood, after all, is a noticeable thing, even when concealed within the veins.

His head merely gestures towards the road, a silent request for the vixen to follow, though whether she chose to do so as animal or women hardly mattered as his hands folded into his pockets now, the silver chaing about his neck tucked neatly beneath his black shirt before the young man stepped easily from the forests and onto the sidewalk, the transition from animal to man as seemingly faultless as the creature himself as he strode purposefully towards his own home. Claire, he is sure, is of more use then she truly appears, the woman's value merely understated- or at least he is given to hope so. After all, why waste his time on a creature with no true value. It is merely a haunch, instinct and yet he is willing to believe the woman possess some form of talent- she merely lacks the guidance to utilise it and the confidence to command it. The home he moves towards is unremarkable in itself, a pleasant townhouse just like all the others within the street, his own situated at the very end, backing onto the park behind it and yet it was for that very reason he had chosen it. Black boots scuffed lightly at the steps as he strode upwards, the key fished easily from his jeans pocket before the door was pushed casually open, left open in his wake in a clear invitation for Claire to follow- the theme of wood and leather- both natural materials, consistent throughout the entire home along with the scent of pine that seemed scattered throughout.

The snowy-haired man turns easily to his left, stepping into the living room, the walls utterly adorned in book after book, the TV very near covered by them, along with the fireplace he truly never bothered to light- his own ability assuring he never felt the touch of heat or cold unless he desired to, one hand gesturing loosely now to the couch before seating himself easily in his own chair, one long leg folded over the other before his gaze returned at last to the girl.

"I think you'd better make yourself comfortable, after all, I promised you somewhere to sleep and if you're going to be staying with me then I think there's a few things we should sort out."

His words remain the same, those ever-calm, cool lyrics parting so softly from his lips as he leaned back ever so easily within his chair, some hint of curiosity seeming to exist somewhere beneath that hair before another soft note of inquiry seemed to exist within his words, a command laced beneath a question, an indication that he truly expected an answer.

"You ran from the wolf today, why did you run before you fought? Was it because you were already injured? Or did her size unnerve you? Answer me that and I will show you around, lítið refur."

The final words are laced with the accent of his homeland, rolled so easily from his tongue in lilting lyrics though he makes no move to translate them just yet, waiting for an answer from his newest packmate. After all, she belonged to him now and he had every desire to understand her.


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