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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.

Andras Stein

say you'll remember me


Posted on June 17, 2020 by Samantha Cassidy
Residences
Samantha Cassidy
Maybe this princess could save herself.



That sounds like a pretty good story too.


Once upon a time, Samantha had feared the faeries. That was, however, not to say that she had known about them when she was a human girl. No, back then, she had been as naive as any of the other mundane eighteen year old girl. Back then, vampires existed in the teenage novels she devoured. Werewolves were the things of nightmares. And faeries... well, faeries were what little girls believed in when they played make believe. It wasn't until that childlike girl had met her demise that she had discovered how dark the world could be. And for the first several years that the young girl existed within the supernatural world, she had adamantly denied what she was. After all, she had still looked human. But then the days past and she didn't age, and that special affinity of hers developed, which made living in New York City impossible. And then she had moved to Sacrosanct and learned what she was now. And after some time, she had slowly learned to trust the others of her species and not see the cruel girls that had made her what she was. And yet, there was still so much that the former queen didn't know about the world that she lived. She'd come so far from the broken, naive girl that had arrived in Sacrosanct with nothing but the clothes on her back and a healthy fear of anyone. Back then, she had been paralyzed by people and their strong emotions. Now, the girl wielded the series of powers she'd been gifted without effort. Though crowds would often still be avoided by Samantha, she could manage them if necessary. She had learned how to control those affinities and use them to protect herself, and yet... yet she hadn't been able to protect herself from this.

Truthfully, she hadn't even known it possible. After all, she had died. And she'd known it impossible with Aiden - their species preventing that very thing from occurring in the first place. So she'd never been careful. Never been careful since then and suddenly she felt very akin to the naive girl she'd first been when she arrived in Sacrosanct more than half a decade ago. And still, she didn't fully believe it to be true. She barely could utter the words to herself, and yet that had been the true reason for her return to the city. She'd come to find Kit, first and foremost. They'd met on her last trip to the city, though their romance hadn't resulted in anything until they'd run into each other on accident in Northern California. And it hadn't meant to be more than that - Samantha loved to travel and a relationship just hadn't fit into that. And after, she'd almost forgotten about it. Sure, she'd certainly liked Kit and thought about him, but it wasn't until she'd felt that odd little flutter of emotion coming from her stomach that she'd realized that something was amiss. The second reason she'd come to Sacrosanct was because she'd realized the instant that little flutter had happened that she had no idea what to do now. She needed information. Protection, possibly. After all, it wasn't as if she could go to any normal doctor and explain what exactly her problem was, now could she?

She'd checked the burlesque first - even though it didn't belong to Nadya anymore, she knew that it would still be home to a plethora of fae girls, some of which might still be loyal to her. She'd been the queen of these streets once. And it was there that she'd gotten the name that she'd so sought out now. Andras Stein. The new monarch of the city. The rumors about him were mixed. Some of the girls thought he was amazing, some had heard he was cruel. And something about a land her ruled called Somnia, though none of them could give any information on that. Still, she filed that way as information she might use later. None of them had met him personally, and none of them could give her any solid information about her current situation - not that Samantha was naive enough to give these girls any real information about her, not with the way that they gossiped. She spoke in hypotheticals with the girls, and left only when she held what she needed: the location of this new Fae King. She stood outside his townhome now, her eyes trained on the door as she watched. She'd been working up the nerve - or perhaps, allowing for the damage that asking for help would do to her pride - to approach him. Samantha startled when she saw the door open, hardly expecting the man to step out and leave. He looked ordinary enough. Handsome, proud, tall. And yet, Samantha of all people knew that looks could be deceiving.

The fae girl took a moment to collect herself, sure to make sure her own emotions were held behind a careful mask. She could do nothing about the... about it in her stomach. She barely showed yet - nothing you'd catch if you weren't specifically looking for it - and yet Samantha feared for it's safety. She stepped forward then, making herself shown to him. "Andras," She called out, her voice proud as she stepped up towards him. "I need to talk to you. I know about Somnia." The last bit, she supposed, was a lie. But he certainly didn't have to know that.

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