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.
you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared
There was a good chance Vhalla would have flinched under any other circumstances at the way Will raised his voice at her. If her own fire wasn't racing through her veins, propelling that rage, to match that anger that took ahold of Will, it would have been a very different story. Yet, as she painfully rips her hand away from him, stumbling into the table behind her, it takes all her discipline to clamp her burning hands on the ledge to keep herself from swinging at him. Her flames had already gotten the best of her once tonight, there would not be a second time. Or at least, she thought. Vhalla hardly responds to his shouts as he staggers away from her, a small twinge of guilt forming in her gut though its quickly washed away by the flood of rage that drives her now. Near painfully, her hands hold onto the edge of the table behind her, it was her anchor in the moment, at least if she lost control it would be the wooden piece of junk to catch on fire first.
Vhal could see the madness creeping in, tinging the corners of his eyes in flashes and still that warning rang out within her mind. She. Didn't. Care. It would be an insult she would forever regret, to throw something so wretched back in his face but at the moment, she can't help herself but to fling those words in his face. The assassin wasn't exactly sure what he would do, maybe leave, call it off finally as a lost cause - however, the mask of sudden rage with no recognition in his eyes gave her pause for the briefest of moments. She had pushed him past his breaking point and some of the fire was beginning to die out of her, her fingers relaxing her hold on the table. There was a good chance she would have apologized, or at least made some effort at one and yet, Will's arm snapped out so fast, gripping her upper arm that she hardly had time to react. In that split second, she was sure he were simply yanking her back to his body but what she didn't expect was for him to turn, dragging her painfully and throwing her into the ground. Had her instincts not kicked in, the woman would have slammed face first into the floor, instead - she managed to break her fall with her hands, her wrist cracking painfully under her, quickly rolling to her back to protect herself.
Complete shocked washed over her. What in the hell was happening?! Grunting in pain, she begins to push herself up, only managing to prop herself on her elbows, vaguely aware of the screaming pain in her wrist. "Will, what-" she's cut off but his sudden movement, his legs straddling her as she stared up into a face that she didn't know. It was in that moment that a real spike of fear drove itself down her spine. And when those daggers of energy suddenly appeared in his hands she knew what was happening. He was literally having a mind break. He didn't know who she was. "Will, stop," she hissed out, scrambling backwards - pain shooting up her arm. She ignores it, just as he bends, the blade of energy aiming straight for her chest. It was instantaneous, the gathering of every single skill she possessed and the adrenaline that hit her like a drug. Even when Tetradore had nearly ripped her limb from limb, she never actually thought she might die, Ivan refusing to let one of his money making possessions be murdered in front of him. Ivan had protected her that night, out of complete selfishness but not after she had been chewed up and spat out. It had taken her weeks to recover from the assault and it was a constant nightmare that accompanied her.
Yet, she was one million percent sure now that if she didn't restrain Will or at the very least defend herself, she would be dead by morning. Gathering her flames to her, she unleashes it in a burst in front of her, a wall of frame shooting itself straight at Will. Not to do any permanent harm but to get some distance. It seemed to work, the woman rolling over backward, swiftly, into a crouch, "God dammit, listen to me!" She shouts at him, though she's certain it's lost on deaf words as she dances backwards, putting even more distance between them. It was, perhaps, the one and only time she didn't have a dagger on her, a fact that made her want to slam her head into a wall and yet, at this rate, she wouldn't have to do it for herself, Will seemed oblige to do it for her. Her arms are tense as her eyes dart around the room, looking for something, anything that she might use against him.
She shifts very slightly, wincing at the motion of her right hand. Damn. She was sure she had broken something in the fall but she would have to worry about it later. When he approaches her once more, she sees nothing of the Will she knows in his face so she gathers those flames once more, a shield appearing in front of her to keep him at bay for a moment... only for the sprinklers to be triggered and a torrential downpour of water begins from overhead. Groaning in dismay, her flames sizzle and though she was sure she could increase them, she couldn't be sure she wouldn't hurt the man in front of her. Instead, she puts the shield out, only to gather a ball of fire close to her and fling it at Will, it hardly has much power in it to hurt him and yet, she simply uses it as a distraction. Launching herself forward, she dodges the blades of energy and tackles him to the ground, using her shoulder to knock the wind out of him.
As they fall, Vhalla grunts with pain as their combined weight lands on her wrist. Quickly maneuvering her hands out, she wraps each scarred hand around his wrists, calling the heat of the flames to her palm to burn him with the intention to distract him to put out his blades of energy so she wasn't stabbed in the process. Hair plastered to her face, she straddles him while attempting to pin his arms to his side, though she's entirely aware that there was no possible way she could keep him down with her weight in this position. "WILL!" She roars at him hoping it would bring him to his senses.
To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered