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.
His plans had progressed significantly enough these past few weeks to so inspire the mans thoughts towards the third and last of his missing artefacts. Provided Alexander provide to be as useful as Frost well suspected he might be the stallion was left with only one further target with which to fixate his attention upon and tonight, it would seem, he was determined to act upon his good fortunate once more. He had been intrigued by the delicate blonde from their first meeting, the girl hardly displeasing to look at and yet more so his interest in the woman is far more fixated upon her value and her skill rather then her aesthetic appearance. It had been easy enough to tease what information he required from her, the often indifferent seeming man far more cunning with his cool, smooth words then he ever truly appeared and as such the woman had readily offered a decent enough explanation of her skill- one that might well prove useful. The West was not a territory he particularly saw any need to venture into, his own scent known to the Nightshade Alpha and his idiot of a Second and as such Frost sees no need to further implicate himself. Indeed, it would be far easier to send another in his place, the fact she was clearly a feline only seeming to further amuse the equine to an extent. If outright thievery failed perhaps Carolina could well be coaxed into using some of her other talents to better endear herself to the opposing pack.
If only she could be coaxed to begin with- and yet, Frost remains assured such a thing is wholly possible. Everyone had a price after all, he need only find this woman's. Discovering where she lived had hardly been a difficult task within itself, the snowy haired man waiting until later in the evening before making the journey from his own him down into River Dale, the less......appealing apartments earning little more from the man then a sideways glance- features remaining wholly indifferent as he makes his way to the woman's apartment. It is not the scent of cat, however, that so intrigues them man, rather the scent of Hunter is particularly more abundant here then he had anticipated- something he ignores, for now at least. Having grown up with such creatures he is near indifferent to them and yet such is the nature of any species unfortunate enough to be classed as 'prey' that he is aware all the same. This particularly apartment block is very much akin to those around it, old, tired, Carolina either choosing to live humble and cheaply- else the woman is truly strapped for cash, such information neatly stored within his mind for later as his knuckles rap easily against the door.
He shifts loosely as he waits, arms folding smoothly over his chest, lithe, lean athletic form leaning callously back against the wall, the piercing violet of his gaze concealed as always beneath that shock of strangely white hair. The woman held some value, of that he was assured, Frost hardly inclined to waste his time with any being whom has nothing to offer. It is simply not his way. He is unfeeling to some extent perhaps, or more so it is the opinion others have of him and yet he simply prefers to think of himself as guarded, careful about those he chooses to associate with, more careful with those he chooses to offer words too- the man decidedly calculating beneath that frosted exterior. He is simply purposeful perhaps, in all that he does and he is here tonight for a single purpose. His attention shifts as the door opens, bathing his form with light from the inside- one eye lifting slightly in recognition of the woman that stands before him. He observes her for a moment, as if his presence here is not at all surprising before the side of his lip lifts ever so slightly in the vaguest trace of amusement.
"I assume I'm not interrupting anything am I, Carolina?"
His lyrics remain smooth, light and yet cool all the same, attention resting upon the woman now half anticipating some sarcastic quip from the feline whom had proven already to be quite the intelligent being. Perhaps it was time to see how intelligent.