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.
A part of him wanted to interrogate her about this WereBear and all that he entailed. Was he friendly? Did he actually care about her or was it out of pity or politeness? What was his background? His motives? Did he have a pack? The questions in his head could keep going but Damon knew better than to voice them, especially not all at once. It was a good step for Yumi to be befriending others so he had to trust, at least for now, that she was in safe company. Not that he wouldn't try to look up the Were himself at a later date. Even now, he was picking up on faint scents of something animal. At first he'd put it off as Yumi picking up a cat or something to keep her company but now it made more sense. He would commit the scent to memory and see if he could find this guy and question him himself.
He didn't want to push Yumi into anything or overwhelm her but he worried for her. She didn't look lively. Even for a vampire, the undead can still look better than this. It was obvious she wasn't taking care of herself. But he knew it was a fragile line he would be walking if he offered to help. He wanted to do it right, so he asked if she was hungry. He expected a quick "yes" or "I'm Fine" so he was pleasantly surprised to hear her say that she was a little hungry. Hope sprung to life in his eyes. Then he asked if she wanted to go somewhere quiet, knowing that she wouldn't want to go near a bar or anything too loud. She nodded her head and he felt an exhale of relief leave him even though he wasn't holding any breath. She said she guessed they could go and he smiled, keeping it gentle and coaxing, not wanting to come across too excited to get her to eat for fear that she would back out just as quickly.
She said the next part as a question, asking to find something nice and he nodded. "Of course. I know a quiet diner. They don't really serve dinner, more just breakfast and snacks so they should be pretty dead until morning. Just a few regulars and those seeking the quiet and solitude." He assured her. He stood aside to let her get the door, not wanting to seem like he was pushing her. He wasn't even sure if he could offer to hold her hand or hold out his arm, wondering if that would be too forward, too soon. He still recalled the time fondly when she would leap on his back without abandon and beg him to go faster, knowing those days were far in the past now. But he would take whatever he could get. Once they were headed out the door, he settled for shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them from reaching for her, not sure when she'd be able to handle someone touching her.
He nodded his head when they reached the end of the walkway. "It's just down here, not even a mile." He waited patiently for her before he started walking, matching her pace, no matter how slow or unsure it might be. He stayed protectively by her, keeping his own body closer to the road in case of vehicles or other people out walking tonight. Everything about him screamed touch her and die, though he was also gentle and so unsure, more than he'd ever felt before. He wanted this to be natural, just hanging out with his friend, Yumi, but nothing about it would ever feel natural, not for a long while, it would seem.