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
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.
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Ace seemed to deem that very act off affection from Sterling's greeting to be sufficient, settling to an extent, the black beast acting as though he were unable to sit still. His restless, happy paws seemed to dance upon the floor, his warm chocolate hued eyes alight and his ink black lips pulled into what could only be determined as a canine smile. Every damn tooth exposed within his mouth, appearing almost equal parts silly and adorable. He had half a mind to delve into his toy chest and emerge with his favourite squishy toy for the warlock to throw. But it was that shift in his owner's demenour that saw him draw to her side, yet nothing to quite quell that jovial sway of his tail.
Boxes... what would Sterling need moving boxes more. She could hardly halt that pit in her stomach as it fell to the floor. Surely he didn't intend to leave. Could she blame him from wanting to leave the corrupt and dilapidated west for greener pastures? No not exactly. Harley could not help but think.. maybe moving was better for him.. The shady characters that seemed to darken her door as of late meant she was dangerous company to be. The idea of losing him, her friend... now.. that selfishly made the woman's mask seemed to slip into a poignant frown as she lost control of that steadfast façade she so often wore. She was quick to collect those feelings, to shove them far away where even she could not meet them after she uttered that almost vulnerable question. Fortunately, Sterling seemed to miss that worry that swiftly jabbed her in the gut.
The dark haired warlock shaking his head with a roll of his eyes as he responded.. of course.. this made perfect sense.. Henry's shit? Huh. Trouble in paradise it would seem. How certain there was a story to tell. The pair had lived together for as long as Harley could remember. The woman could hardly help her curiosity on the matter, one he seemed to not elaborate on. It would seem he needed a bit of coaxing, on that she was confident she could pull out of him. "I have a few boxes still kicking around." She offered and yet that look in eye said there was no damn way he was going to get away without talking about it. Everyone had their shit... sure... usually your boyfriend mauling you usually ended up being a deal breaker. "I take it the tearful reunion didn't go so hot?" She questioned, her unwavering stare fixing upon Sterling as if searching for a clue, an indication. Surely he knew by now there wasn't a chance in hell he could keep things from her.
Oh no, he was not going to play stupid with her. She crossed her arm's loosely over her chest. "That bad, huh? Do I get the booze and ice cream.. or a weapon?" Maybe both.. that could be fun. She may have seemed casual leaning near nonchalantly against the door frame as if guarding the place from intruders, but the woman was dead serious. She rose that dark manicured brow then, and for the briefest of moment she could feel the feline inside of her start to stir at the first indication of mischief.
That story seemed like a floodgate about to break, she could see it in his pale blue eyes. She was just about to lead him to her couch once he started, ready to pour a tall glass of something hard. He looked like he needed it. Henry's name barely fell from his lips, a broken thing soon shattered. In a split moment he recoiled, as though she had suddenly sprouted horns. A look of surprise flit across her features.. What the hell? His own gaze seemed to constrict upon her, that gaze so much like her own when she wanted to cut to the point. Confusion seemed to flit upon her feminine features, tilting her head slightly in a way that almost seemed animal.
Harley's expression fell, the woman could have handled gather the pitchforks, rising an army, running headlong into danger. What she was not prepared for was the conversation of her turning. It was so much easier to put the focus on him and ignore the own shit that had accumulated at her door step as of late. Why focus on the things that weren't going to change anytime soon. If anything, it was going to get worse. If only she could express the very shit she had seen.. the woman searched for those words and yet for once felt lacking of those right ones. She was hardly the same person, too much had happened.
"You can tell?" she questioned glumly.. of course he could. He was magic.. he probably had some magical radar built inside of him. She should have known better. She supposed turning furry... included being... magic now didn't it? It seemed more like being a massive pain in her ass that's what. There was no playful sarcasm dancing upon her feminine features as she allowed that gaze shift towards Ace, a sigh escaping her all the same. "It's a dumb story. But I suppose it looks like we both have a story to tell. I will tell you mine... but you have to tell me why you're in such a rush to toss Henry's shit in a paper box. Do we have a deal?" How much of that story could she tell.. without getting him sucked up in her cyclone of hell? How much did she want to say? She wanted him far away from this storm. Far away from Syn... and vampires.. and Tetradore.
"So... as you can tell.. I am a were now. The past has a nasty way of biting you in the ass.. or maybe the thigh... Whatever.. that's not the point. The point is now... I turn into a kittycat and there isn't shit all I can do about it.. But... in terms of who... you have to promise me.. you won't go meddling.. He is bad news... really bad news and you don't want to go anywhere near him. He goes by Tetradore.. The dude really has some kind of complex thinking he's some king of the west. The only royal thing about him is he's a royal asscat." She shrugged as if dismissively ignoring how it all truly went down... or the aftermath that seemed to seal her fate like a cold kiss of death. There was little Sterling could do with the knowledge that she had been sliced up, kidnapped, bitten, psychologically scarred and now somehow bound to be a vampire's bitch for the rest of her life. Yeah.. there were somethings... you just didn't say when you wanted to keep the ones you cared for safe and sound. "Sterling... I... don't exactly know what is going to become of me... but all I know is.. right now.. I want to be there for you..." While I still can.. those dismal words neglected to leave her lips but the rest of it was genuine. It echoed within her eyes that seemed to search for his own as if desiring some kind confirmation that what she offered him was enough.