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.

i'm more alive than i've ever been


Posted on October 27, 2019 by isolt griffin
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isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


Given a different collection of circumstances Isolt might have conceded to the nagging curiosity that had always found itself perched upon her shoulder at any given moment, in any given situation. She might have mulled over the consideration of his making... had he consented or had the decision between life and what lay beyond been pried from his hands as it had been from hers? Had it been as utterly disastrous, as heinously and painfully wretched as her own death at the tips of Risque's fangs? Truly, the redheaded woman could imagine no alternate description for such a transition beyond the mortal realm; surely there could never exist a silver lining to that particular looming nebula.

Given different circumstances she might have entertained consideration of these notions... she may have even queried after their answers, but it is the manner in which this red-eyed stranger moves about that has the fine cords of muscle tensing in Isolt's shoulders. He conducts himself in an overtly predatory manner, though truly she has made no move to provoke him. The vampire queen finds herself bristling as he shifts himself nearer to her, issuing his terse response through clenched teeth. "That she did," she offers flatly, succeeding (for the moment at least) in keeping the serrated barbs of tension from her own voice, "but that does not mean that we are hers." Content to have this decidedly unsettling interaction draw to a close sooner rather than later, Isolt moves as if to pass the peculiar young man... only to find him yet again blocking the path that she intends.

The fire-crowned woman must put forth effort to keep the pearly daggers of her fangs from revealing themselves as Cobain moves ever closer, the intensity of his attention this time afforded to the impressive swell of her belly. Despite her forgiving nature, her predisposition for benevolence, he would be fool to shift himself closer, to make even the most minute attempt to touch her. She had found in this ordeal that her maternal instincts had endured through the destruction of death. It is an axiomatic truth that, in these moments, makes her far more dangerous than her counterpart might be given to realize.

The line he toes is treacherous.

Isolt's hands come up to settle protectively upon her swollen stomach, a warning of sorts casting its tenebrific shade unto the otherwise quite angelic azure of her eyes. She allows his assertion to pass into the ether without reply, having collected comments such as this from the very moment that her impossible pregnancy had become apparent. The tale of how this pregnancy had come to be is not his to hear, and so she will not dare to allow him this secret. But his query, this draws a stitch into the supple plane between her manicured brows, her tone baring a note of defense... slight though it might have been. "No," she affirms concretely, "she is not like us."

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