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!
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 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.
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 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.
In the moments preceding the appearance of her young would-be protege, the Russian's calculating sage eyes traverse the neighborhood within which she had found herself, this particular locale a geographic morsel of the city that she had yet to offer more than a cursory glance. It would be worthwhile, she supposed, to acquire at least a passing familiarity with the youthful Were's dominion if they were truly meant to be spending any considerable amount of time with one another. It was admittedly quaint... but such an evaluation was surely expected from one such as the Grand Duchess.
The greeting she receives is every bit the pointedly-apathetic curtness that Anastasia had come to expect from this particular individual. The barest allusion of a simper tugs momentarily at the corner of her immaculately-painted lips, the woman quite certain that there were a fair few things that Alexander did not divulge to even his most trusted and valuable employees. Not even that mewling little strumpet of his. Even with matters as outwardly simplistic as this his had always been wont to play things rather close to the chest. After all, Anastasia had bled and bloomed beneath his proverbial wing for over a century and still she recognized the enigmatic coruscation of a thousand unspoken things in the etherreal blue of her Maker's eyes.
"No," she offers, sliding with practiced elegance into the leather embrace of the driver's seat. "No training today. I have more of a... treat in store for you." Whether or not the youthful woman might have realized it or not, this was an occasion that was quite momentous indeed. It could never had been claimed (nor would it, truely) that Anastasia's motivation in any given situation was wholly and completely pursuant to the personal gain promised from her efforts. Even as a mortal the young royal had never been prone to displays of philanthropy lest she stand to emerge wealthier in the stead of it all. It had, once, painted her as a promising political leviathan... and it had made her all the more successful as a Hunter. So the fact that the brooding auburn-haired woman might seek to appease the whims of another individual was, admittedly, quite extraordinary.
Anastasia eases the gleaming black sedan into the painted rails of a parking spot but a few minutes later, leading her youthful guest up the carved stone steps of the ornately-adorned front path of the museum without much in the way of explanation until the pair of women linger in the cool breeze of the open doors. "Alexander said that you enjoyed art, yes?"
Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia