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.
ice, ice baby
Posted on January 16, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 For a moment the violet gaze of the man continued to rest upon his newest companion with no small measure of curiosity, watching her from somewhere beneath that forelock of hair that seemed to forever conceal his eyes from obvious view, making it truly difficult to perceive where his gaze truly rested. She is a nervous creature, submissive, easily swayed and yet such qualities hardly need be hindrances. With the right guidance he is assured that the girl will possess a value of sorts, she merely needs a little time and a little observation and truly there is little the equine ever misses in that regard. The manner in which the girl moves to seat herself upon the couch earns a momentary lift of an eye as she folds her legs, the man half content to wonder if this is a human habit, or the action of a fox before he poses his question, long fingers drumming softly against the leather of his favoured chair as he waits for her answer. The words she offers sound very near repeated, as if they have been spoken many times over and indeed perhaps this explains her nature to some degree. It is wise advise- to a certain extent and yet for a moment his fingers cease to drum against the leather. "Your Papa sounds a wise man, though why merely let your size dictate your chance? Perhaps it should be better worded as 'choose your battles' rather then assuming defeat. After all, I think it depends on what your fighting for." His shoulders merely rolled in a shrug off sorts, allowing the issue to pass should she choose it, acknowledging her Father (as any man should acknowledge a woman's father) before offering his own thoughts on the matter. He has seen battles, true battles- fought in war's for the Hunters whom had very near forced him and indeed perhaps it is this knowledge that results in his opinion now. There had been far more then once his own regiment had believed it would lose and yet he had still been forced to charge headlong at teeth and swords. His head merely shakes softly, chasing away the thoughts of battles from his mind as the girl continued, head nodding softly. "I think you did the right thing, to run, at least this time." It is merely an assurance that in some manner at least, he is pleased with her, the man moving to rise once more- halted briefly by her own inquiry as he regards her again, head tilted slightly to one side as if he considers his answer in depth. After all, there is little Frost says without meaning. "I dislike that wolf, her and her pack hunt often in that forest and yet I think the rest of us should be allowed a little space within it, don't you? Just because she is a wolf does not mean she is above you- or has right to hunt you. So I stopped her. Come this way- I will show you around as promised." The man merely moves to stride forward once more, waiting for Claire to hurry after him as he steps back within the hall before moving to the end of the house and into the rather large and spacious kitchen. "You may take or use anything you desire in here. I do not eat meat unless I have too but I am not opposed to you doing so or hunting for yourself and doing as you please with it. If your hungry- help yourself." The snowy-haired man pauses to allow the girl to view her surroundings before striding out of the kitchen and towards the stairs, ascending them easily to reach the second level, hand brushing against the smoothly carved wooden surface of the staircase before pausing atop the landing and the row of rooms before them, walking towards one room to the left and opening the door. "You can stay here, feel free to do as you please with it, after all, it is your room. The bathroom is at the end, my room is next door to your own though I would appreciate you not going in their unless there is some sort of true emergency. Feel free to look around, or ask any questions you have. Now- do you have any clothes or is the outfit your wearing your entire wardrobe?" |
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- hold on to this lullaby; even when the music is gone - By Claire Grace on January 16, 2015 at 5:05 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on January 18, 2015 at 9:36 PM
- hold on to this lullaby; even when the music is gone - By Claire Grace on January 19, 2015 at 12:22 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on January 23, 2015 at 1:40 PM
- she's sunshine mixed with a little hurricane - By Claire Grace on January 23, 2015 at 6:15 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on January 25, 2015 at 5:29 PM
- shes sunshine mixed with a little hurricane - By Claire Grace on January 27, 2015 at 9:12 AM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on January 30, 2015 at 12:53 PM
- she's sunshine mixed with a little hurricane - By Claire Grace on January 31, 2015 at 1:20 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on February 03, 2015 at 4:53 PM