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.

Sometimes you have to risk it and let the whole world know;

Posted on August 11, 2020 by HARLEY WESTWARD

harley westward

No black magic can control me and no curse can let you own me

The city beat with a unique sort of power so unlike its counterpart, Sacrosanct. This felt far more oppressive somehow, even more so than the thick humidity that clung to the air she breathed. It was as though the magic sought to take control of everything it touched. She hardly knew much of magic, only its existence. It was one thing knowing something existed and an entirely different thing feeling its power work in mysterious ways. Perhaps it was its unpredictability that she did not trust. It was odd how it felt invigorating to Isolt and something Harley wished to wash off, like she could wipe away cobwebs. After all, it felt as she walked within a fine cobweb... At the very least, the longer they spent within the city, the more she grew accustomed to it. It was easy to forget what had befallen them both.. That she was turned into a monster she once feared and Isolt was a vampire. It made it even easier when the rays of sun caressed her face like she was human. In all honesty, the woman was just as pale in life as she was now.

The pair were content to examine and explore like true tourists. It felt so terribly mundane, all they were missing were fanny packs and imposing cameras! Yet was that not what she wanted? A time for which the pair could simply enjoy one last run around before her life became...someone else's. She was quite sure... Risque would find herself with little need for her sooner or later...and that meant she had an expiry date. It was only a matter of how she could prolong it. Those thoughts were hardly anything she chose to think about now. After all... she was having a blast. Minus the terrifying ghosts. They were pricks... and they freaked her out. How sensitive she was to them in their room. However, it was the House of Voodoo, now that packed a powerful punch, it even made her feel slightly nauseous at first. Maybe that was to ward off certain guests? She bought a few... voodoo dolls, some random sachet of herbs and spices that were supposed to ward off evil, maybe it was all a hoax.. Or maybe she should have been glad it didn't affect her. But the best part was getting that fortune told. They tried to sell her all kinds of..... Love bullshit stuff. A potion that she was pretty was just water with food colouring and rose petals in a nifty little glass vial. She didn't fall for that shit. Love... she was sure.. Was perhaps... only available to the selected few. It was unsurprising that Isolt made the cut. She was loveable like... in the romance novel sense.

Harley was oblivious to the way people seemed to look at them, like some people knew exactly who were human and who were other. A vampire daywalker and a shifter seemed like an unlikely duo. There were so many humans here but the supernatural crowd stood out like a proverbial sore thumb... Which really wasn't that many while the tourists were out to play.

The pair returned to their room utterly spent, the time allowed for a moment of rest before the evening took over the city. If she thought she felt something during the day. She really felt it now. Night was an entirely different animal. Harley was quick to announce it was time they went out to play amongst the strange. She should fit right in. Especially with her plan where the costumes kicked in. "I kinda wanna check out the cemetery at night.. In our costumes. It will be great. Just think of the stories you'll be able to tell your unborn babe of me.. When I'm long gone" She was certain... they would surpass the ages.

They spent time getting ready, Harley content to wear some decent street clothes underneath the comical t-rex suit. She was quite certain the novelty would wear off soon, vinyl was certain to get hot. She wore it with pride, placing her hands on her hips as she emerged from the bathroom in full t-rex garb. "Call me Darcya." The spitfire snickered to herself, the only one to get her own joke, which was how it normally was. Isolt was quick to compliment her, that true laughter soon following. "Excuse me, of course, I am insatiable." That sarcasm was... clear...

Harley moved, almost dancing through the creaky old room, shaking her ass if only to see her tail swing around. This costume was brilliant. She shook her hips in a near suggestive manner but in that costume it looked.... All the more ridiculous. "New Orleans ain't ready for all of this." She attempted her best.... Southern accent and failed horribly.

That was... until Isolt brought her attention to those hilarious rubber teat-boners she now possessed. How Harley didn't think of that herself was astounding! Harley abruptly burst out laughing causing her whole costume to shake. "I should only hope to watch you take out people with your impeccable boners, they do make them a little perky than I thought.. Or are you just happy to see me?" While Isolt was unable to see her face, it was clear Harley grinned like a cheshire cat. Oh fucking hell... seeing her companion in a cow costume with those ridiculous udders and a bronze cowbell... "You look absolutely... TIT-illating my friend." How she was able to say that without bursting into tear-jerking laughter she would never know.

"I want to go to the bar first... I know.. You can't drink but.. I at least need.... A little bit of liquid fire to get into character." Harley took the charge out of the hotel, shamelessly strutting down the street with a horrified Isolt in tow. The looks already were spectacular and well worth the money she had blown. Several tourists asked for photos much to Isolt's horror. Including the tips.. Which Harley would hardly turn down. It paid for drinks... She passed the bills to Isolt. The t-rex costume sadly possessed no pockets unlike the cow one which seemed to have... all the bells and whistles. "Lets try that one... first." Harley gestured to a bar with her vinyl dinosaur clad arm that had music spilling out jovially into the streets.