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.
ice, ice baby
Posted on February 04, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 He wears shoes, she says, as if seeking to somehow defend the dark-haired creature Frost himself had the pleasure of meeting on a handful of times- as if this somehow made a difference to the man's already formulated opinion of the dammed fool. It is his....desires upon the woman before him however, that prevents further argument over the man. Frost remains assured his opinion of Tobias would cease to rise in any way and yet, somehow, such a creature had become the father of Nadya's children- indicating an even deeper bond then he had first perceived between the members of the Nightshade pack. For now, at least, they seemed content to shatter their own bonds without his assistance and as such he leaves the matter where it lies, offering little more then the hard line of his lips to indicate his displeasure. No good came from arguing with a woman when she had set her mind to being right and in this instance he is assured she will defend Tobias. Thus his argument is a waste of words- for now at least. Patience was all he truly needed. There would come a time for that soon enough. Her apparent outrage at his having found out about the paternity of her twins seems to soften the moment she begins to nurse the child, his violet gaze lingering upon the pair, unable entirely to avoid his gaze falling on the pleasant swell of her breast before he draws it away. He had seen Mother's nurse children, countless times, both within equine form and without, this apparent calmness seeming to afflict them all in these moments and perhaps he is glad for the peace of it- for now, gaze content to remain averted if only for her own modesty. Although truly the very idea that Tobias, of all people, had been...intimate with Nadya, seen such parts of her body and more is far more agitating then Frost truly cares to admit. It was a waste of her form, he is sure, on a man who surely had no idea how to appreciate it. She continues then, offering some explanation for her time with the Leopard a mismatch of powers, it would seem and yet the equine hardly finds himself less irritated by it. His features however, remain decidedly blank, near expressionless as he listens all the same, refusing to offer any indication of his own displeasure- though the shift in her tone is hardly missed. Her admittance she would not give up her children all the same sees the normally indifferent man turn his gaze towards her once more. "I understand that, Naja- more than you know." He says no more on it, nor will he, his tone surely indicating a finality to it- his own thoughts in that moment perhaps preventing him from seeing Nadya's and the decision she had already made in regards to her children. Her return quip is no less than expected, the woman capable of sharpening her wit at any opportunity as a chuckle hums smoothly within his throat. "I have my ways." He answers simply, focused upon the wound of the boy now, his mention of thoughts seeming to offer Nadya the information she had lacked- commanding him to stay away from the inside of her mind, a place he dwelt far more then she truly knew and one he is assured he will never tire of. The sudden pressure upon him however, sees his gaze shift sharply to her own, eyes narrowing now- the subtle warning hardly missed as she releases her hold on him. There is much he enjoys about Nadya and there is much about her he is assured would challenge him all the same- such a thing both enchanting and alluring and yet unruly all the same. Leaving the man as it always did, her spirit something he desired to own, tame and yet appreciate all at once without daring to dull it. Such an intriguing thing she was- and she hardly seemed to know. "Very well- for now." It is neither a yield to her desire to stay away from her mind, nor a rejection, simply something that seems to linger in between- his nature much as her own, refusing to be cowed so readily or commanded so willingly, the words in possession of a challenge all the same. If she wished to keep him from her mind, let her try. The faintest hint of a simper lingers upon his lips as he releases the scissors to her, attention back upon her now in full, violet gaze watching her cut away at the stiches before she seemed prepared to relinquish the boy to him. He crouches down once more, beside the child, hand reaching towards the side of the boy before resting softly against him. "If you truly believed I was the reason for your child' injury you would have asked me to leave the moment I arrived and you would have done it in such a way that left no room for doubt." His gaze remains upon Micah now, watching the boy from beneath that forelock of white hair as he presses his thumb alone down at the beginning of the wound, beginning to pull it softly along the boys skin as he does. "I have seen women die for their children, eliminate every threat around them if they believe it will keep them safe. If you truly believed your own words you would not allow me near him now, not at all- though for whatever part I played I apologise." He continues to drag his thumb smoothly across the boys side- the wound and scar disappearing entirely behind him, the flesh it leaves behind as perfect and unscathed as his siblings and yet with each inch of movement the man can feel the pain lancing into his own side, his very flesh parting as the wound moved from the boy to himself- the price for his healing. Fuck it burned. The barest of flinches is the only indication the equine offers by way of indication, refusing to allow his mind to focus on anything less than the boy until the wound and scar are removed entirely, branded into his own flesh within the same place and yet concealed, hidden, beneath his shirt. He exhales, softly, leaning away now to allow Nadya to examine her son and his now flawless side, ignoring the pain in his own. It was...irritating, sore, but his own healing would dull the pain soon. He has had far worse. "There." He stands now, stepping back from the pair. Eyeing his own work critically a moment before speaking in those same smooth, cool, frosted lyrics as always. "You might as well get the boy ready if we're going out. Do you drive or are we walking?" |
Replies
- The stars in their orbits - By NADYA on February 04, 2016 at 10:31 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on February 05, 2016 at 5:24 PM